Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.