A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true.

Educated men are so impressive.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.