Good Wits Jump; A Word To The

Can We Ever Have Too Much Of A Good Thing?

Translating From One Language To Another, Unless It Is From Greek And Latin, The Queens Of All Languages, Is Like Looking At Flemish Tapestries From The Wrong Side, For Although The Figures Are Visible, They Are Covered By Threads That Obscure Them, And Cannot Be Seen With The Smoothness And Color Of The Right Side.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.

For Let Us Women Be Never So Ill-favored, I Imagine That We Are Always Delighted To Hear Ourselves Called Handsome.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.