That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

It Is An Art To Have So Much Judgment As To Apparel A Lie Well, To Give It A Good Dressing.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect None.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.