It Is A Good Divine That Follows

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!

There Is A World Elsewhere.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.