I Shall Be As Secret

Well-gotten Wealth May Lose Itself, But The Ill-gotten Loses Its Master Also.

The Wounds Received In Battle Bestow Honor, They Do Not Take It Away.

Many Go Out For Wool, And Come Home Shorn Themselves.

There's No Love Lost Between Us.

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.