Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.