What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Nothing Is A Courtesy Unless It Be Meant Us, And That Friendly And Lovingly. We Owe No Thanks To Rivers That They Carry Our Boats, Or Winds That They Be Favoring And Fill Our Sails, Or Meats That They Be Nourishing; For These Are What They Are Necessarily. Horses Carry Us, Trees Shade Us; But They Know It Not.

To Struggle When Hope Is Banished! To Live When Life's Salt Is Gone! To Dwell In A Dream That's Vanished- To Endure, And Go Calmly On!

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.