Hungry Bellies Have No Cars.

It Is Folly To Put The Plough In Front Of The Oxen.

Men That Are Free, Well-born, Well-bred, And Conversant In Honest Companies, Have Naturally An Instinct And Spur That Prompteth Them Unto Virtuous Actions, And Withdraws Them From Vice, Which Is Called Honour. Those Same Men, When By Base Subjection And Constraint They Are Brought Under And Kept Down, Turn Aside From That Noble Disposition, By Which They Formerly Were Inclined To Virtue, To Shake Off And Break That Bond Of Servitude, Wherein They Are So Tyrannously Enslaved; For It Is Agreeable With The Nature Of Man To Long After Things Forbidden, And To Desire What Is Denied Us.

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

In Their Rules There Was Only One Clause: Do What You Will.

Thought I To Myself, We Shall Never Come Off Scot-free.