Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain

If We Are True To Ourselves, We Can Not Be False To Anyone.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!