He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

The Small Amount Of Foolery Wise Men Have Makes A Great Show.

Thrice Is He Arm'd That Hath His Quarrel Just, And He But Naked, Though Lock'd Up In Steel, Whose Conscience With Injustice Is Corrupted.

Dissembling Courtesy! How Fine This Tyrant Can Trickle When She Wounds!

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.