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.
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.