Every Dog Has His Day.

Little Said Is Soon Amended.

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

The Ass Bears The Load, But Not The Overload.

Virtue Is Persecuted By The Wicked More Than It Is Loved By The Good.

Man Have To Have Friends Even In Hell.