Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Many Count Their Chickens Before They Are Hatched; And Where They Expect Bacon, Meet With Broken Bones.

Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In Absence, Crutches.

Not With Whom You Are Born, But With Whom You Are Bred.

The Wise Hand Does Not All The Tongue Dictates.

The Reputation Of A Woman May Also Be Compared To A Mirror Of Crystal, Shining And Bright, But Liable To Be Sullied By Every Breath That Comes Near It.