My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.