It Is An Art To Have So

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

He That Is Respectless In His Courses Oft Sells His Reputation At Cheap Market.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.