The Seasons Change Their Manners,

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel; But Being In, Bear't That The Opposed May Beware Of Thee. Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment. Costly Thy Habit As Thy Purse Can Buy, But Not Express'd In Fancy; Rich, Not Gaudy; For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.