This Cold Night Will Turn Us All

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others So.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?