Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

He was not so much brain as earwax