Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe

You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten And Cry Mew Than One Of These Same Metre Ballet-mongers.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!