Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, 
 That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, 
 Save base authority from others' books. 
 These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star, 
 Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Love's Labour's Lost [1594—1595], I, i, 84























