Every Why Has A Wherefore.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.