I Am No Herald To Inquire Into

Happiness Is A Sunbeam, Which May Pass Though A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray.

For The Uttering Sweetly And Properly The Conceit Of The Mind, English Hath It Equally With Any Other Tongue In The World.

Valor Is Abased By Too Much Loftiness.

Sweet Speaking Oft A Currish Heart Reclaims.

Provision Is The Foundation Of Hospitality, And Thrift The Fuel Of Magnificence.