Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!