You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are There Here! How Beauteous Mankind Is! O Brave New World, That Has Such People In't!

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?