Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.