I Have Touched The Highest Point Of

Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog By My Will, Much More A Man Who Hath Any Honesty In Him.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?