They Are Only Safe That Know To

My Dancing Days Are Past.

Pleasures Of Worse Natures Are Gladly Entertained, And They That Shun Us Practice In Private Sports The Stews Would Blush At.

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.

The Over Curious Are Not Over Wise.