It carries out your theories.

I never disbelieved in your honesty.

The wisdom's another matter.

Did you ever tell any one, that there's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him, but it is blessing or cursing him every step he takes ?' 'By that,' rejoined Gower, 'I can say Lord Feltre proves there's wisdom in the truisms of devoutness.' He thought the Catholic lord had gone a step or two to catch an eel.
Fleetwood was looking on the backward of his days, beholding a melancholy sunset, with a grimace in it.
'Lord Feltre might show you the "leanness of Philosophy";--you would learn from hearing him:--"an old gnawed bone for the dog that chooses to be no better than a dog."' 'The vertiginous roast haunch is recommended,' Gower said.
'See a higher than your own head, good sir.

But, hang the man! he manages to hit on the thing he wants.' Fleetwood set his face at Gower with cutting heartiness.