A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies.

Inasmuch As Ill-deeds Spring Up As A Spontaneous Crop, They Are Easy To Learn.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

Well-gotten Wealth May Lose Itself, But The Ill-gotten Loses Its Master Also.

When A Man Says, "get Out Of My House! What Would You Have With My Wife?" There Is No Answer To Be Made.

Well, Now There's A Remedy For Everything Except Death.