Forever, And Forever, Farewell, Cassius! If We

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Tis Gold Which Buys Admittance--oft It Doth--yea, And Makes Diana's Rangers False Themselves, Yield Up This Deer To Th' Stand O' Th' Stealer: And 'tis Gold Which Makes The True Man Kill'd And Saves The Thief, Nay, Sometimes Hangs Both Thief And True Man.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.