Get Out Of Harms Way.

Old, That's An Affront No Woman Can Well Bear.

Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

Nothing Costs Less Nor Is Cheaper Than Compliments Of Civility.

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.