You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.