A Pound Of Worry Won't Pay An

I Love Thee Like Puddings; If Thou Wert Pie I'd Eat Thee.

He That Uses Many Words For Explaining Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttlefish, Hide Himself For The Most Part In His Own Ink.

The Wind In A Man's Face Makes Him Wise.

Guilt Is Always Jealous

The Heart Is The First Part That Quickens, And The Last That Dies.