In Hell There Is No

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

The Darts Of Love Are Blunted By Maiden Modesty.

Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.

There Is A Remedy For Everything But Death; Who, In Spite Of Our Teeth, Will Take Us In His Clutches.

What Is Bought Is Cheaper Than A Gift.