I Would Treat Her Like An Egg,

Open Your Mind Before Your Mouth

There's No Art Where There's No Fee.

Tis Not For Us To Warn A Wilful Sinner; We Stay Him Not, But Let Him Run His Course, Till By Misfortunes Rous'd, His Conscience Wakes, And Prompts Him To Appease Th' Offended Gods.

An Insult Directed At The Wicked Is Not To Be Censured; On The Contrary, The Honest Man, If He Has Sense, Can Only Applaud.

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.