Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

To Gold And Silver Nature Hath Given No Use That We May Not Well Lack.

For If You Suffer Your People To Be Ill-educated, And Their Manners To Be Corrupted From Their Infancy, And Then Punish Them For Those Crimes To Which Their First Education Disposed Them, What Else Is To Be Concluded From This, But That You First Make Thieves And Then Punish Them.

For Men Use, If They Have An Evil Turn, To Write It In Marble; And Whoso Doth Us A Good Turn We Write It In Dust.

And Peradventure We Have More Cause To Thank Him For Our Loss Than For Our Winning; For His Wisdom Better Seeth What Is Good For Us Than We Do Ourselves.