Great Actions Speak Great Minds.

I Find The Medicine Worse Than The Malady.

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy; And 'tis The Crown Of Justice, And The Glory

It's Impossible To Ravish Me, I'm So Willing.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.