Many Might Go To Heaven With Half

Woman, The More Careful She Is About Her Face, The More Careless About Her House.

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

It Strikes! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, Enough, Dear Watch, Thy Pulse Hath Beat Enough. Now Sleep And Rest; Would Thou Could'st Make The Time To Do So Too; I'll Wind Thee Up No More.