There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.