They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

The Time Is Out Of Joint.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.