The man who first abused his fellows with swear-words instead of bashing their brains out with a club should be counted among those who laid the foundations of civilization.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
But whither am I strayed? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.