Love And War Are The

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

Tis Ill Talking Of Halters In The House Of A Man That Was Hanged.

Heaven's Help Is Better Than Early Rising.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.

He Who's Never Loved Cannot Be Good.