They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works

The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves two, all the world else is blinde.

I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.

All my joys to this are folly Naught so sweet as melancholy.

A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.

I had a heavy heart and an ugly head, a kind of impostume in my head, which I was very desirous to be unladen of.

We can say nothing but what hath been said. Our poets steal from Homer... Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.