The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
They do not love that do not show their love.
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.