For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings? — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains. — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of… — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
We may conceive an hope that the next generation will in tongue and heart and every way else become English; so as there will… — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take. — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings? — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
If aught can teach us aught, Affliction's looks, Making us pry into ourselves so, near, Teach us to know ourselves, beyond all books, Or… — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
These wickets of the soul are plac'd so high, Because all sounds do highly move aloft; And that they may not pierce too violently,… — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's… — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; For ev'n the ears of such as have no skill, Perceive a discord, and conceive offence;… — Sir John Davies Copy Share Image
