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.
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.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.