Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.