A Good Name Is Better Than Bags

It Is A True Saying That A Man Must Eat A Peck Of Salt With His Friend Before He Knows Him.

There Is No Love Lost Between Us.

Thou Hast Seen Nothing Yet.

Not With Whom You Are Born, But With Whom You Are Bred.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.