By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
A thing well said will be wit in all languages.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.