Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits … - Ben Jonson

Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you.

The world knows only two, — that's Rome and I.

Subtle.
No egg but differs from a chicken more
Than metals in themselves.
Surly.
That cannot be.
The egg's ordained by nature to that end
And is a chicken in potentia.
Subtle.
The same we say of lead and other metals,
Which would be gold if they had time.
...for 'twere absurd
To think that nature in the earth bred gold
Perfect in the instant; something went before.
There must be remote matter.