Love Is A Child That Talks In

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.