So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.