Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.

Deeds are males, words females are.

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.

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.

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.