Fly Not, Cowards And Vile

Be Temperate In Your Drinking, Remembering That Too Much Wine Cannot Keep Either A Secret Or A Promise.

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.

The Proof Of The Pudding Is The Eating.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.