Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
John Denham
We are never like angels till our passion dies.
Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.
Search not to find things too deeply hid; Nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid.
Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
