A Crier Of Green Sauce.

Can There Be Any Greater Dotage In The World Than For One To Guide And Direct His Courses By The Sound Of A Bell, And Not By His Own Judgment.

Always Open All Gates And Roads To Your Enemies, And Rather Make For Them A Bridge Of Silver, To Get Rid Of Them. [fr., Ouvrez Toujours A Vos Ennemis Toutes Les Portes Et Chemin, Et Plutot Leur Faites Un Pont D'argent, Afin De Les Renvoyer.]

Believe Me, 'tis A Godlike Thing To Lend; To Owe Is A Heroic Virtue.

The Farce Is Finished. I Go To Seek A Vast Perhaps.

No Clock Is More Regular Than The Belly.