So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.