They have a plentiful lack of wit.
O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
One sin another doth provoke.
Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.