Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
Authority forgets a dying king.
What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?