There's Small Choice In Rotten

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer!

Now, My Co-mates And Brothers In Exile, Hath Not Old Custom Made This Life More Sweet Than That Of Painted Pomp? Are Not These Woods More Free From Peril Than The Envious Court?

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

The Devil Is A Gentleman.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.