My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us, Sir?

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.