John Dryden

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Arts and sciences in one and the same century have arrived at great perfection; and no wonder, since every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies; the work then, being pushed on by many hands, must go forward.

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

I am as free as nature first made man,_x000D_ _x000D_ Ere the base laws of servitude began,_x000D_ _x000D_ When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

Secret guilt is by silence revealed.