O, Let Me Kiss That Hand! King

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.