Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side. — 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 all the learned schools that ever were. — 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
