A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

Well, if I am a man, a man I must become.

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.