The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
It is a sin to be a mocker.
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
Much rain wears the marble.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
I was a coward on instinct.