A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

Good Name In Man And Woman, Dear My Lord, Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls: Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash; ’tis Something, Nothing; ’twas Mine, ’tis His, And Has Been Slave To Thousands; But He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Not Enriches Him, And Makes Me Poor Indeed.