They are all gone. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. They are all gone. The Seed growing secretly. From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney.
Liars ought to have good memories.
2 Discourses on Government. 3 Discourses on Government. Book i. chap. See Shakespeare, Pericles, Quotation 2 .