I Am Falser Than Vows Made In

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then What Should War Be?