Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.