Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons,

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.