He Makes A July's Day Short As

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

The Play's The Thing.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.