Is There No Pity Sitting In The

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

The Last Taste Of Sweets Is Sweetest Last.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil

Our Purses Shall Be Proud, Our Garments Poor; For 'tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich