God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven

Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes fathers that children with their judgment looked and either may be wrong

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man

What a deformed thief this fashion is

When a father gives to his son, both laugh when a son gives to his father, both cry

Death is a fearful thing