Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. >>
My salad days, when I was green in judgment. >>
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast. >>
The agent never receipts his bill, puts his hat on and bows himself ou >>
If God had an agent, the world wouldn't be built yet. It'd only be abo >>
It is well-known what a middleman is: he is a man who bamboozles one p >>
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?