Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

What, Shall One Of Us, That Struck For The Foremost Man Of All This World But For Supporting Robbers--shall We Now Contaminate Our Fingers With Base Bribes, And Sell The Mighty Space Of Our Large Honors For So Much Trash As May Be Grasped Thus?