Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.