A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

O For A Horse With Wings!

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.