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A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

Beauty Is Power; A Smile Is Its Sword.

Where Love Fails We Espy All Faults.

The Charitable Give Out At The Door, And God Puts In At The Window.

Manners Make Often Fortunes.