When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.

The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.