Thou And I Are Too Wise To

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

Behold The Threaden Sails, Borne With The Invisible And Creeping Wind, Draw The Huge Bottoms Through The Furrow'd Sea, Breasting The Lofty Surge

Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature If It Be Well Used.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.