To Play At Chesse When The House

Everyone Thinks His Sack Heaviest.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Who Is The Honest Man? He That Doth Still And Strongly Good Pursue To God, His Neighbor, And Himself Most True: Whom Neither Force Nor Fawning Can Unpin, Or Wrench From Giving All Their Due.

All Things Require Skill But An Appetite.

Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.