He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.