The Day For Whose Returns, And Many,

Nothing Is A Courtesy Unless It Be Meant Us, And That Friendly And Lovingly. We Owe No Thanks To Rivers That They Carry Our Boats, Or Winds That They Be Favoring And Fill Our Sails, Or Meats That They Be Nourishing; For These Are What They Are Necessarily. Horses Carry Us, Trees Shade Us; But They Know It Not.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

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