John Denham quotes:

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

We are never like angels till our passion dies.

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,.

Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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