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Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

We Censure Others But As They Disagree From That Humor Which We Fancy Laudable In Ourselves, And Commend Others But For That Wherein They Seem To Quadrate And Consent With Us.

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.