From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
How well he’s read, to reason against reading!
He hath not fed of the dainties that are bred of a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; be hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts:
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirit of light.
Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love.