O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.