Memory, Of All The Powers Of The

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

I Am Beholden To Calumny, That She Hath So Endeavored To Belie Me.-it Shall Make Me Set A Surer Guard On Myself, And Keep A Better Watch Upon My Actions.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

You Are Not Now To Think What's Best To Do, As In Beginnings, But What Must Be Done, Being Thus Enter'd; And Slip No Advantage That May Secure You. Let Them Call It Mischief; When It Is Past, And Prosper'd , 'twill Be Virtue.