Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.

It's Past Parsons To Console Us: No, Nor No Doctor Fetch For Me: I Can Die Without My Bolus; Two Of A Trade, Lass, Never Agree! Parson And Doctor!--don't They Love Rarely Fighting The Devil In Other Men's Fields! Stand Up Yourself And Match Him Fairly: Then See How The Rascal Yields!

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

A Woman Who Is Not Quite A Fool Will Forgive Your Being But A Man, If You Are Surely That. . .

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.