The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.