To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

Hushed as midnight silence.

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.

Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.