Is There No Pity Sitting In The

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.