All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

For Let Us Women Be Never So Ill-favored, I Imagine That We Are Always Delighted To Hear Ourselves Called Handsome.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

Every Man Is The Son Of His Own Works.

I Drink When I Have Occasion, And Sometimes When I Have No Occasion.

He Had A Face Like A Blessing.