It Is Too Little To Call Man

The Flea, Though He Kill None, He Does All The Harm He Can.

Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess Of Honesty.

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.

If Ever Any Beauty I Did See, Which I Desired, And Got, 'twas But A Dream Of Thee.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.