There Are No Tricks In Plain And

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

That Is Not The Best Sermon Which Makes The Hearers Go Away Talking To One Another And Praising The Speaker, But Which Makes Them Go Away Thoughtful And Serious, And Hastening To Be Alone.

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension, And The Poor Beetle, That We Tread Upon, In Corporal Sufferance Finds A Pang As Great As When A Giant Dies.