The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?