Half The Truth Is Often A Great

Life's Tragedy Is That We Get Old Too Soon And Wise Too Late.

She That Paints Her Face, Thinks Of Her Tail.

And Where Is The Prince Who Can Afford To So Cover His Country With Troops For Its Defense, As That Ten Thousand Men Descending From The Clouds, Might Not In Many Places Do An Infinite Deal Of Mischief, Before A Force Could Be Brought Together To Repel Them?

Doing An Injury Puts You Below Your Enemy; Revenging One Make You But Even With Him; Forgiving It Sets You Above Him.

I Made The Greater Progress, From That Clearness Of Head And Quicker Apprehension Which Generally Attend Temperance In Eating And Drinking.