The People Are The City.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.