“But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou die a martyr, go to heaven.”

I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.

He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.

The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.

My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.

Filth and old age, I’m sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

But Christ’s lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.

Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.

For time lost may not recovered be.

One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

The greatest tragedy is not death, but life without purpose.

The only way that I could figure they could improve upon Coca-Cola, one of life’s most delightful elixirs, which studies prove will heal the sick and occasionally raise the dead, is to put bourbon in it.

Sin doesn’t make us bad, sin makes us dead. The gospel doesn’t make us better, the gospel makes us alive.

And once you’re unafraid with death, I think your capacity for violence is immediately increased. Once you’re unafraid of death, you are a very, very dangerous adversary.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, – these are love’s pretty ingredients for a kiss.

My heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.

One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death.