Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.