Tis the mind that makes the body rich.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

The hideous god of war.