Bad's The Best Of Us.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

All Confidence Which Is Not Absolute And Entire, Is Dangerous. There Are Few Occasions But Where A Man Ought Either To Say All, Or Conceal All; For, How Little So Ever You Have Revealed Of Your Secret To A Friend, You Have Already Said Too Much If You Think It Not Safe To Make Him Privy To All Particulars.