Many Would Be Cowards If They Had

The Devil Lies Brooding In The Miser's Chest.

Memory Depends Very Much On The Perspicuity, Regularity, And Order Of Our Thoughts. Many Complain Of The Want Of Memory, When The Defect Is In The Judgment; And Others, By Grasping At All, Retain Nothing.

There Is More Pleasure In Loving Than In Being Beloved.

Good Clothes Open All Doors.

Eaten Bread Is Forgotten.