By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

The Life So Brief, The Art So Long In The Learning, The Attempt So Hard, The Conquest So Sharp, The Fearful Joy That Ever Slips Away So Quickly - By All This I Mean Love, Which So Sorely Astounds My Feeling With Its Wondrous Operation, That When I Think Upon It I Scarce Know Whether I Wake Or Sleep.