To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
A harmless necessary cat.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.