“Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.”

“Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle…”

“A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.”

“Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.”

“One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.”

“Those who in quarrels interpose Must often wipe a bloody nose.”