Some Falls The Means Are Happier To

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.