Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.

For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?

Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.

Deeds are males, words females are.

Thou art true and honest as a dog.

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.

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.