Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

What Have We Here? A Man Or A Fish? Dead Or Alive? A Fish: He Smells Like A Fish; A Very Ancient And Fishlike Smell; A Kind Of Not Of The Newest Poor-john. A Strange Fish!

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.