I Am Ill Every Time It Blows

Desperate Affairs Require Desperate Measures.

I Will Dine Nowhere Without Your Consent Although With My Present Feelings I Might Be Trusted With Fifty Virgins Naked In A Dark Room.

You Must Consider Every Man Your Enemy Who Speaks Ill Of Your King, And You Must Treat Every Frenchman As If He Were The Devil Himself.

Now I Can Do No More. We Must Trust To The Great Disposer Of All Events And The Justice Of Our Cause. I Thank God For This Opportunity Of Doing My Duty.

The Politics Of Courts Are So Mean That Private People Would Be Ashamed To Act In The Same Way; All Is Trick And Finesse, To Which The Common Cause Is Sacrificed.