Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.