Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.
'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.