He who compasseth the Queen existeth not, for compassing, he dieth." "So it is by the hour-glass and the fortune told in the porringer.

You have conceived like a man, Nuncio." "And conspirators, I conceive, must die, so long as there be honest men to slay them," rejoined the Seigneur.
"Must only honest men slay conspirators?
Oh, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego!" wheezed Buonespoir with a grin.

He placed his hand upon his head in self-pity.

"Buonespoir, art thou damned by muscadella ?" he murmured.
"But thou art purged of the past, Bono Publico," answered the fool.
"Since Delicio hath looked upon thee she hath shredded the Tyburn lien upon thee--thou art flushed like a mountain spring; and conspirators shall fall down by thee if thou, passant, dost fall by conspirators in the way.

Bono Publico, thou shalt live by good company.