Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

There Are Many Hours And Minutes Between Now And Tomorrowand In Any One Of Them-even In A Minute,the House Falls

Those Two Fatal Words, Mine And Thine.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.

All Women Are Good - Good For Nothing, Or Good For Something.

The Pitcher Goes So Often To The Fountain That If Gets Broken.