We're ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
Not by Denham, as often stated, but by Thomas Dekker. It is in his The Honest Whore Part 2, Act I, scene 2.
Actions o' th' last age are like almanacks o' th' last year.John Denham
Ambition is like love, impatientBoth of delays and rivals.John Denham
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate,That few but such as cannot write, translate.John Denham
Nor ought a genius less than his that writAttempt translation.John Denham
Books should to one of these four ends conduce,For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.John Denham
Youth, what man's age is like to be doth show,We may our ends by our beginnings know.John Denham
Search not to find what lies too deeply hid,Nor to know things, whose knowledge is forbid.John Denham
But whither am I strayed? I need not raiseTrophies to thee from other men's dispraise;Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built;Nor needs thy juster title the foul guiltOf Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign,Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.John Denham
Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.John Denham