Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
Deeds are males, words females are.
Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye.
We may conceive an hope that the next generation will in tongue and heart and every way else become English; so as there will be no difference or distinction but the Irish sea betwixt us.
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.