Youth, what man’s age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know. — John Denham
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate. — John Denham
Search not to find things too deeply hid; nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid. — John Denham
Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate. — John Denham
Youth, what man’s age is like to be, doth show; we may our ends by our beginnings know. — John Denham