Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!