Every bees hony is sweet.
Heresie may be easier kept out, then shooke off.
Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.
Speake not of a dead man at the table.
Prettiness dies first.
Sum up at night what thou hast done by day.