The Memory Of A Good Deed Lives.

I Thought These Grapes Were Ripe, But I See Now They Are Quite Sour.

Acquaintance Softens Prejudice.

The Fly Sat Upon The Axel-tree Of The Chariot-wheel And Said, 'what A Dust Do I Raise!'

Better Poverty Without Care, Than Riches With.

Little Liberties Are Great Offenses.