Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

He Is Deformed, Crooked, Old And Sere, Ill-faced, Worse Bodied, Shapeless Everywhere; Vicious, Ungentle, Foolish, Blunt, Unkind; Stigmatical In Making, Worse In Mind.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!