Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.