Making Night Hideous.

It Is The Mind That Makes The Body Rich; And As The Sun Breaks Through The Darkest Clouds, So Honor Peereth In The Meanest Habit.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

The Due Of Honor In No Point Omit.

That Skull Had A Tongue In It, And Could Sing Once: How The Knave Jowls It To The Ground, As If It Were Cain's Jaw-bone, That Did The First Murder! It Might Be The Pate Of A Politician, Which This Ass Now O'er-reaches; One That Would Circumvent God, Might It Not?