But It Is Pretty To See What

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.

Fight The Good Fight; And Always Call To Mind That It Is Not You Who Are Mortal, But This Body Of Ours. For Your True Being Is Not Discerned By Perceiving Your Physical Appearance. But 'what A Man's Mind Is, That Is What He Is' Not That Individual Human Shape That We Identify Through Our Senses.

But Me Thought It Lessened My Esteem Of A King, That He Should Not Be Able To Command The Rain.

I Went Out To Charing Cross To See Major General Harrison Hanged, Drawn, And Quartered; Which Was Done There, He Looking As Cheerful As Any Man Could In That Condition.

He That Will Not Stoop For A Pin Will Never Be Worth A Pound.