Deeds are males, words females are.
I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.
What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
Thou art true and honest as a dog.