One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.