No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is

Love Goes Toward Love.

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?