It's A Poor Doctor Who Can't Cure

Every Tribulation Which Ever Comes Our Way Either Is Sent To Be Medicinal, If We Will Take It As Such, Or May Become Medicinal, If We Will Make It Such, Or Is Better Than Medicinal, Unless We Forsake It.

I Would Uphold The Law If For No Other Reason But To Protect Myself.

It Is Only Natural, Of Course, That Each Man Should Think His Own Opinions Best: The Crow Loves His Fledgling, And The Ape His Cub.

What Though Youth Gave Love And Roses, Age Still Leaves Us Friends And Wine

Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For Now It Is Rhyme; Before, It Was Neither Rhyme Nor Reason.