Never was strumpet faire.
Good words quench more then a bucket of water.
The slothful is the servant of the counters.
When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.
Though you see a Church-man ill, yet continue in the Church still.
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.