There Is A Tide In The Affairs

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.