I Came Up Stairs Into The World,

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

Delay Not Till Tomorrow To Be Wise; Tomorrow's Sun To Thee May Neve Rise.

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.