He Who Ceases To Be Better, Ceases

I Had Rather Have A Plain, Russet-coated Captain, That Knows What He Fights For, And Loves What He Knows, Than That Which You Call A Gentle-man And Is Nothing Else.

Royalty Is But A Feather In A Man's Cap; Let Children Enjoy Their Rattle.

Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.

Because I Fear God, I Have No Man To Fear.

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.