The Best Is Yet To Come.

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.