A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate