Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

...vaulted With Such Ease Into His Seat, As If An Angel Dropp'd Down From The Clouds, To Turn And Wind A Fiery Pegasus, And Witch The World With Noble Horsemanship.

O, When She's Angry, She Is Keen And Shrewd! She Was A Vixen When She Went To School; And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.