Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Men That Talk Of Their Own Benefits Are Not Believed To Talk Of Them Because They Have Done Them, But To Have Done Them Because They Might Talk Of Them.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.