The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.