A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.