A Tooth Is Much More To Be

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.

A Man Prepared Has Half Fought The Battle.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

Woman's Advice Has Little Value, But He Who Won't Take It Is A Fool.