Boldness Be My Friend.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!