What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
Thou art true and honest as a dog.
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
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.