With Devotion's Visage And Pious Action We

He That Falls Into Sin Is A Man; That Grieves At It, Is A Saint; That Boasteth Of It, Is A Devil.

The Devil Lies Brooding In The Miser's Chest.

Every Horse Thinks Its Own Pack Heaviest.

Pride Perceiving Humility Honorable, Often Borrows Her Cloak.

Compliments Cost Nothing, Yet Many Pay Dear For Them.