Bells, The Poor Man's Only Music.

The Eighth Commandment Was Not Made For Bards.

We Must Follow The Old Authorities And Precedents In Criminal Matters.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole.

Acquaintance Many, And Conquaintance Few, But For Inquaintance I Know Only Two - The Friend I've Wept And The Maid I Woo.

The Juggle Of Sophistry Consists, For The Most Part, In Using A Word In One Sense In All The Premises, And In Another Sense In The Conclusion.