One of the most perfect touches of characteristic individuality in all that Cleopatra utters, is that little question;—What says the married woman? when asking Antony of his wife Fulvia. It is a fine piece of pungent insolence—exquisitely Cleopatran.

O what ridiculous Reſolutions Men take, when poſſeſs'd with Fear! It deprives them of the Uſe of thoſe Means which Reaſon offers for their Relief.

They change the number at random intervals and if you miss a sign. What a gotcha!

[…] if […] the lead be blown off from the silver by bellowes, that which would else have gone away in the form of unheeded steams will in great part be collected not far from the silver, in the form of a darkish powder or calx; which, because it is blown off from silver, they call litharge of silver.