Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

The Fittest Time To Corrupt A Man's Wife Is When She's Fallen Out With Her Husband.

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?