English Poet, Statesman
"The world is made up, for the most part, of fools and knaves, both irreconcileable foes to truth."
"The world's a wood, in which all lose their way,though by a different path each goes astray."
"All these threatening storms, which, like impregnate Clouds, hover o'er our heads, will (when they once are grasp'd but by the eye of reason) melt into fruitful showers of blessings on the people."
"Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd."
"She that would raise a noble love must find ways to beget a passion for her mind; she must be that which she to the world would seem, for all true love is grounded on esteem: plainness and truth gain more a generous heart than all the crooked subtleties of art."
"The world's a wood, in which all lose their way, though by a different path each goes astray."
"We might well call this short Mock-play of ours a Posie made of Weeds instead of Flowers; yet such have been presented to your noses, and there are such, I fear, who thought 'em Roses."
"Why, Sir, when I have anything to invent, I never trouble my head about it, as other men do; but presently turn over this Book, and there I have, at one view, all that Perseus, Montaigne, Seneca's Tragedies, Horace, Juvenal, Claudian, Pliny, Plutarch's lives, and the rest, have ever thought upon this subject: and so, in a trice, by leaving out a few words, or putting in others of my own, the business is done."