The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.