We will answer all things faithfully.
Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill."
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I 'll not look for wine.
Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.
And he that will to bed go sober
Falls with the leaf still in October.
Our wrangling lawyers... are so litigious and busy here on earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter,--some of them in hell.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.
Though they [philosophers] write contemptu gloriæ, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.
Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons.
Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.
Birds of a feather will gather together.
To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.
They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
And takes away the use of it; and my sword,
Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,
Will not be drawn.
Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him.
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,
And therefore let's be merry.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Help thyself, and God will help thee.
Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.