You Must Not Think, Sir, To Catch

No Fathers Or Mothers Think Their Own Children Ugly.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado, Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man's Table.

Good Actions Ennoble Us, And We Are The Sons Of Our Deeds.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

There Is Nothing So Subject To The Inconstancy Of Fortune As War.