I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.