There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.