He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either

Some Glory In Their Birth , Some In Their Skill , Some In Their Wealth , Some In Their Bodies' Force , Some In Their Garments, Though New-fangled Ill; Some In Their Hawks And Hounds , Some In Their Horse ; And Every Humor Hath His Adjunct Pleasure , Wherein It Finds A Joy Above The Rest .

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.