I Do Not Hate A Proud Man,

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.