To whom God will, there be the victory.
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.