Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue.
No man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.