A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension, And The Poor Beetle, That We Tread Upon, In Corporal Sufferance Finds A Pang As Great As When A Giant Dies.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!