Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

What Have We Here? A Man Or A Fish? Dead Or Alive? A Fish: He Smells Like A Fish; A Very Ancient And Fishlike Smell; A Kind Of Not Of The Newest Poor-john. A Strange Fish!

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.