Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.