O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.

I Am A Subject, And I Challenge Law. Attorneys Are Denied Me, And Therefore Personally I Lay My Claim To My Inheritance Of Free Descent.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.