Art Hath An Enemy Call'd

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

It Is Virtue That Gives Glory; That Will Endenizen A Man Everywhere.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.