Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
The wheel is come full circle.