I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.