. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.
Hang those that talk of fear.
Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.
Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.