Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He Who Can Call Today His Own; He Who, Secure Within, Can Say, Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today.

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.