When True Hearts Lie Wither'd And Fond

English Physicians Kill You, The French Let You Die.

He Is No Lawyer Who Cannot Take Two Sides.

A Flow'ret Crushed In The Bud, A Nameless Piece Of Babyhood, Was In Her Cradle-coffin Lying; Extinct, With Scarce The Sense Of Dying

You Do Not Play Then At Whist, Sir? Alas, What A Sad Old Age You Are Preparing For Yourself!

Trample Not On The Ruins Of A Man.