No Man's Pie Is Freed From His

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.