I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.