Revealed Religion Has No Weight With Me.

Never Spare The Parson's Wine Nor The Baker's Pudding

Keep Your Eyes Wide Open Before Marriage, Half Shut Afterwards.

Time Eateth All Things, Could Old Poets Say, The Times Are Chang'd, Our Times Drink All Away.

And Where Is The Prince Who Can Afford To So Cover His Country With Troops For Its Defense, As That Ten Thousand Men Descending From The Clouds, Might Not In Many Places Do An Infinite Deal Of Mischief, Before A Force Could Be Brought Together To Repel Them?

All Cats Are Gray In The Dark.