Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

We Have Seen Better Days.

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

I Knew When Seven Justices Could Not Take Up A Quarrel, But When The Parties Were Met Themselves, One Of Them Thought But Of An If, As, 'if You Said So, Then I Said So;' And They Shook Hands And Swore Brothers. Your If Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In If.