Let Every Man Mind His Own Business.

Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In Absence, Crutches.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

The Beauty Of Some Women Has Days And Seasons, Depending Upon Accidents Which Diminish Or Increase It; Nay, The Very Passions Of The Mind Naturally Improve Or Impair It, And Very Often Utterly Destroy It.

The Ass Will Carry His Load, But Not A Double Load; Ride Not A Free Horse To Death.

Nothing Costs Less Nor Is Cheaper Than Compliments Of Civility.