As The Yeere Is, Your Pot Must

An Old Cat Sports Not With Her Prey.

Knowledge Makes One Laugh, But Wealth Makes One Dance.

Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]