Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.