That Which We Call Wit Consists Much

God Has Power To Create, Or Destroy, Make, Or Unmake At His Pleasure, To Give Life, Or Send Death, To Judge All, And To Be Judged Nor Accountable To None: To Raise Low Things, And To Make High Things Low At His Pleasure, And To God Are Both Soul And Body Due. And The Like Power Have Kings; They Make And Unmake Their Subjects: They Have Power Of Raising, And Casting Down: Of Life, And Of Death: Judges Over All Their Subjects, And In All Causes, And Yet Accountable To None But God Only.

I Can Make A Lord, But Only God Can Make A Gentleman.

Herein Is Not Only A Great Vanity, But A Great Contempt Of God's Good Gifts, That The Sweetness Of Man's Breath, Being A Good Gift Of God, Should Be Willfully Corrupted By This Stinking Smoke.

A Custom Loathsome To The Eye, Hateful To The Nose, Harmful To The Brain, Dangerous To The Lungs, And In The Black, Stinking Fume Thereof Nearest Resembling The Horrible Stygian Smoke Of The Pit That Is Bottomless.

When A Man Makes Up His Mind To Thrash Another, He Must Also Make Up His Mind To Be A Little Thrashed Himself.