A Rich Man Without Charity Is A

There Is Nothing A Man Of Good Sense Dreads So Much In A Wife, As Her Having More Sense Than Himself.

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

Prudence Is A Duty Which We Owe Ourselves, And If We Will Be So Much Our Own Enemies As To Neglect It, We Are Not To Wonder If The World Is Deficient In Discharging Their Duty To Us; For When A Man Lays The Foundation Of His Own Ruin, Others Too Often Are Apt To Build Upon It.

Wine Is A Turncoat; First A Friend And Then An Enemy.

Every Physician Almost Hath His Favourite Disease.