In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.

Travelers Must Be Content.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently