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.
Thou art true and honest as a dog.
Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye.
What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
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.