But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

Let The End Try The Man.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.