He That Dies Pays All Debts.

What Is Honour? A Word. What Is In That Word Honour? What Is That Honour? Air. A Trim Reckoning! Who Hath It? He That Died O' Wednesday. Doth He Feel It? No. Doth He Hear It? No.

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.