Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.