Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.