Drink Down All Unkindness.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.