The Absent Feel And Fear Every Ill.

Honesty's The Best Policy.

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.

The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

Believe There Are No Limits But The Sky.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.