The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune.

Grave-stones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years. Generations Pass While Families Last Not Three Oaks.