When The Blind Lead The Blind, No

I Hate All That Don't Love Me, And Slight All That Do.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

'tis A Strange Thing, Sam, That Among Us People Can't Agree The Whole Week, Because They Go Different Ways Upon Sundays.

Spite Of All Modesty, A Man Must Own A Pleasure In The Hearing Of His Praise.

False Love Is Only Blinder.