A Child Is Owed The

The Tongue Is The Worst Part Of A Bad Servant.

A Pauper Traveller Will Sing Before A Beggar.

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

There Is Nothing Worse Than Words Of Kindness That Lie.

Dare To Do Something Worthy Of Transportation And A Prison, If You Mean To Be Anybody.