William Davenant

For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hooke was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,— And then on rock he …

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.

The assembled souls of all that men held wise.