'Twas only fear first in the world made gods. |
A good poet's made as well as born. |
All concord's born of contraries |
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome |
Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need |
And though thou hadst small Latin, and less Greek. |
Apes are apes, though clothed in scarlet. |
Art has an enemy called ignorance. |
As he brews, so shall he drink |
Bells are profane, a tune may be religious. |
Blueness doth express trueness. |
Calumnies are answered best with silence |
Confound these ancestors... they've stolen our best ideas! |
Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short; And done, we straight repent us of the sport: Let us not rush blindly on unto it, Like lustful beasts, that only know to do it: For lust will languish, and that heat decay, But thus, thus, keeping endless Holy- |
Follow a shadow, it still flies you, / Seem to fly it, it will pursue. / So court a mistress, she denies you; / Let her alone, she will court you./ Say, are not women truly, then / Styled but the shadows of us men? |