Words writ in waters.
And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.
We inherit nothing truly, but what our actions make us worthy of.
Make ducks and drakes with shillings.
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.