In Time We Hate That Which We

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor