O Father Abram, What These Christians Are,

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.