The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

In delay there lies no plenty.

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.

Too much to know is to know naught but fame.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.