The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.

He That Is Angry At A Feast Is Rude.

Pension Never Inriched Young Man. [pension Never Enriched A Young Man.]

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

When You Enter Into A House, Leave The Anger Ever At The Doore.

Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.