He Who Serves His Brother Best Gets

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

A King May Be A Tool, A Thing Of Straw; But If He Serves To Frighten Our Enemies, And Secure Our Property, It Is Well Enough; A Scarecrow Is A Thing Of Straw, But It Protects The Corn.

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

No Louder Shrieks To Pitying Heaven Are Cast, When Husbands Or Lap-dogs Breathe Their Last.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.