It Is Not Fair To Treat As

That's A Miserable And Cursed Word, To Say I Had, When What I Have Is Nothing.

A Woman Without Paint Is Like Food Without Salt.

He Is A Friend Who, In Dubious Circumstances, Aids In Deeds When Deeds Are Necessary.

It Wasn't For Nothing That The Raven Was Just Now Croaking On My Left Hand.

He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young.