Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.