Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.