An Absolutely New Idea Is One Of

For Men Use, If They Have An Evil Turn, To Write It In Marble; And Whoso Doth Us A Good Turn We Write It In Dust.

He Travels Best That Knows When To Return.

Sex And Religion Are Closer To Each Other Than Either Might Prefer.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

On His Mounting The Scaffold To Be Beheaded: 'i Pray You, Master Lieutenant, See Me Safely Up, And For My Coming Down, Let Me Shift For Myself.' To The Executioner: 'pick Up Thy Spirits, Man, And Be Not Afraid To Do Thyne Office; My Neck Is Very Short; Take Heed, Therefore Thou Strike Not Awry, For Saving Of Thyne Honesty.'