My Memory Is So Bad That Many

Valor Lies Just Halfway Between Rashness And Cowardice.

Her Father Guarded Her, And She Guarded Herself; For There Are No Padlocks, Bolts, Or Bars, That Secure A Maiden Better Than Her Own Reserve.

If Thou Takest Virtue For The Rule Of Life, And Valuest Thyself Upon Acting In All Things Comfortably Thereto, Thou Wilt Have No Cause To Envy Lords And Princes; For Blood Is Inherited, But Virtue Is Common Property, And May Be Acquired By All; It Has, Moreover, An Intrinsic Worth, Which Blood Has Not.

Be Not Under The Dominion Of Thine Own Will; It Is The Vice Of The Ignorant, Who Vainly Presume On Their Own Understanding.

Since We Have A Good Loaf, Let Us Not Look For Cheesecakes.