Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Aimwell: Then You Understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, As The Saying Is, But He Talks It So Very Fast That I'm Sure It Must Be Good.

I Have Fed Purely Upon Ale; I Have Eat My Ale, Drank My Ale, And I Always Sleep Upon Ale.

Charming Women Can True Converts Make, We Love The Precepts For The Teacher's Sake.

Hanging And Marriage, You Know, Go By Destiny.