God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.