Soul Of Fibre And Heart

The Bow Cannot Always Stand Bent, Nor Can Human Frailty Subsist Without Some Lawful Recreation.

When We Are Asleep, We Are All Equal.

We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.