I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

There is nothing serious in Mortality

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning