A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.