Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.