Distrust and caution are the parents of security.
Notwithstanding my experiments with electricity the thunderbolt continues to fall under our noses and beards; and as for the tyrant, there are a million of us still engaged at snatching away his sceptre.
Who had deceived thee so often as thyself?
Give me yesterday's bread, this day's flesh, and last year's cider
Love well, whip well.
Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!