A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun, It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil

Spare feast! a radish and an egg.

I was a stricken deer, that left the herd / Long since.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.