No Stony Bulwark Can Resist

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.