Thou Art A Cat, And

A Little In One's Own Pocket Is Better Than Much In Another Man's Purse.

There Is No Love Lost Between Us.

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

Among The Attributes Of God, Although They Are Equal, Mercy Shines With Even More Brilliance Than Justice.

The Treason Pleases, But The Traitors Are Odious.