The True Sin Against The Holy Ghost

Words Are Leaves, The Substance Consists Of Deeds, Which Are The True Fruits Of A Good Tree.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.

There Is An Italian Proverb Which Saith, From My Enemy Let Me Defend Myself; But From A Pretensed Friend Lord Deliver Me

Those Who Appear The Most Sanctified Are The Worst

I Am More Afraid Of Making A Fault In My Latin Than Of The Kings Of Spain, France, Scotland, The Whole House Of Guise, And All Of Their Confederates.