My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue,

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.