We are never like angels till our passion dies.

Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.

Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.

Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.

Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.

You prove but too clearly that seeking to know Is too frequently learning to doubt.

When any great design thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end.

Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.

Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.

Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too; To live and die is all we have to do.

Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.

Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.

Search not to find things too deeply hid; Nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid.

Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.

Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Those made not poets, but the poets those.

The man who first abused his fellows with swear-words instead of bashing their brains out with a club should be counted among those who laid the foundations of civilization.

It is no exaggeration to say that Israeli policy in the occupied territories is not simply a matter of foreign policy - it is a matter for British domestic security policy too.

Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.

But whither am I strayed? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.

Tis the most certain sign, the world's accurst That the best things corrupted, are the worst; 'Twas the corrupted Light of knowledge, hurl'd Sin, Death, and Ignorance o'er all the world; That Sun like this (from which our sight we have) Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave.

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