Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At Any Rate; And If A Straw Can Tickle A Man, It Is An Instrument Of Happiness.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.