It Is Virtue That Gives Glory; That

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.