I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.