And A Man's Life's No More Than

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

Speak Comfortable Words.

The Southern Wind Doth Play The Trumpet To His Purposes; And, By His Hollow Whistling In The Leaves, Foretells A Tempest And A Blustering Day.