The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.