He Who Reforms, God Assists.

He Had A Face Like A Blessing.

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

Old, That's An Affront No Woman Can Well Bear.

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.