I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.
Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.