Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.