Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
The leopard does not change his spots.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.