Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?