Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

There's Scarce A Case Comes On But You Shall Find A Woman's At The Bottom. [lat., Nulla Fere Causa Est In Qua Non Femina Litem Moverit.]

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

Whatever Is Committed From A Bad Example, Is Displeasing Even To Its Author.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.