What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is

I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The Night.

Pray, Do Not Mock Me. I Am A Very Foolish Fond Old Man, Fourscore And Upward, Not An Hour More Nor Less; And, To Deal Plainly, I Fear I Am Not In My Perfect Mind.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.