A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.