Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In

No Simple Word That Shall Be Uttered At Our Mirthful Board, Shall Make Us Sad Next Morning; Or Affright The Liberty That We'll Enjoy To-night.

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!