Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Beauty is nature’s brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God’s image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.