The Chameleon Love Can Feed

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.