Of All Tales 'tis The

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

Come What May, I Have Been Blest.