Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.