For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.
Truth is always the first casualty of war.
By Time and Age full many things are taught.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.