That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.

If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as
he pleased and displeased them. . read more

If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as
he pleased and displeased them. . . . I am no true man.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.

An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.

An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.

Hee that respects not, is not respected.

Hee that respects not, is not respected.

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

No day is wholly unproductive of good.

No day is wholly unproductive of good.