Well, As He Brews, So Shall He

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Council, Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself, Had A Fool For A Master.

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.