Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.