Resolve To Perform What You

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.

Marry Above Thy Match And You Will Get A Master.

Pen, Wax And Parchment Govern The World.

Time Is The Stuff Life Is Made Of.

Most People Return Small Favors, Acknowledge Medium Ones And Repay Greater Ones - With Ingratitude.