Of Chastity, The Ornaments Are Chaste.

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.