Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According Music Of A Well-mixed State.