Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks,

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.

He's Of The Colour Of The Nutmeg. And Of The Heat Of The Ginger.... He Is Pure Air And Fire; And The Dull Elements Of Earth And Water Never Appear In Him, But Only In Patient Stillness While His Rider Mounts Him; He Is Indeed A Horse, And All Other Jades You May Call Beasts.

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.