They also serve who only stand and wait.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.