The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My

There Is Small Disproportion Betwixt A Fool Who Useth Not Wit Because He Hath It Not And Him That Useth It Not When It Should Avail Him.

The Name Of A Successor Is Like The Tolling Of My Own Death-bell!

Mr. Doctor, That Loose Gown Becomes You So Well I Wonder Your Notions Should Be So Narrow.

Brass Shines As Fair To The Ignorant As Gold To The Goldsmiths.

I Pray To God That I Shall Not Live One Hour After I Have Thought Of Using Deception.