Gossips Are Frogs, They Drinke And Talke.

Never Had Ill Workeman Good Tooles.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Praise A Hill, But Keepe Below.

The Cholerick Man Never Wants Woe.

Would It Even Be Possible To Add A "suggested Wallpaper" Feature That Analyzes Your Favored Walls And Shows Similar Ones?