But Married Once, A Man

Petitions, Not Sweetened With Gold, Are But Unsavory And Oft Refused; Or, If Received, Are Pocketed, Not Read.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life.

For Any Man To Match Above His Rank Is But To Sell His Liberty.

Cheerful Looks Make Every Dish A Feast, And It Is That Which Crowns A Welcome.

You May Boldly Say, You Did Not Plough Or Trust The Barren And Ungrateful Sands With The Fruitful Grain Of Your Religious Counsels.