These Words Are Razors To My Wounded

Lend Less Than You Owe.

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.