No King Nor Nation One Moment Can

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.