Christopher Marlowe, "Dr Faustus"
...while others are worth little more than a full stop.
I grow old... I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
Great things are done when men and mountains meet;
This is not done by jostling in the street
William Blake, "Gnomic Verses"