And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
To whom God will, there be the victory.
How every fool can play upon the word!