For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Pardon's The Word To All.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.