Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Use Every Man According To His Desert And Who Should 'scape Whipping? Use Them After Your Own Honor And Dignity, The Less They Deserve ... The More Merit In Your Bounty.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow