In A Discreet Man's Mouth, A Public

Rules Too Soft Are Seldomly Followed; Rules Too Harsh Are Seldomly Executed.

I Have Lived, Sir, A Long Time, And The Longer I Live, The More Convincing Proofs I See Of This Truth — That God Governs In The Affairs Of Men.

I Know Not Which Lives More Unnatural Lives, Obeying Husbands, Or Commanding Wives.

The Proud Hate Pride In Others.

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.