Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!