Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

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