Thou art true and honest as a dog.

What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.

Deeds are males, words females are.

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

Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye.

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

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.