Nothing Is To Be Presumed On, Or

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

Law Sutes Consume Time, And Mony, And Rest, And Friends.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Help = H(umor), E-go, Edging God Out, L-istening, P-urpose