Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music.
Hee commands enough that obeyes a wise man.
None knows the weight of another's burden.
He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head.
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.
Though old and wise, yet still advise.