I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

“This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.”

“There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murder in this loaths…”

“Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou …”

“The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; an…”