Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music

Still Are The Thoughts To Memory Dear.

Sleep The Sleep That Knows Not Breaking, Morn Of Toil, Nor Night Of Waking.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.