I See That The Fashion Wears Out

What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots Govern The Blind.

Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.

All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.