Tis A Well Spent Penny That Saves

Fear To Do Ill, And You Need Fear Else.

Hide Not Your Talents. They For Use Were Made. What's A Sundial In The Shade?

The Madness Of Mobs Or The Insolence Of Soldiers, Or Both, When Too Near To Each Other, Occasion Some Mischief.

A Little Neglect May Breed Great Mischief. ... For Want Of A Nail, The Shoe Was Lost; For Want Of A Shoe, The Horse Was Lost; For Want Of A Horse, The Battle Was Lost; For Want Of The Battle, The War Was Lost.

Ambition Has Its Disappointments To Sour Us, But Never The Good Fortune To Satisfy Us.