A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

Greatness Knows Itself.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.