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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.