In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear Of Him That Hears It, Never In The Tongue Of Him That Makes It.