Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.