A Dying Man Can Do Nothing Easy.

He's A Fool That Makes His Doctor His Heir.

If I Knew A Miser, Who Gave Up Every Kind Of Comfortable Living, All The Pleasure Of Doing Good To Others, All The Esteem Of His Fellow-citizens, And The Joys Of Benevolent Friendship, For The Sake Of Accumulating Wealth. Poor Man, Said I, You Pay Too Much For Your Whistle.

The Heart Of A Fool Is In His Mouth, But The Mouth Of A Wise Man Is In His Heart.

A Man Is Not Completely Born Until He Is Dead.

The Happy State Of Matrimony Is, Undoubtedly, The Surest And Most Lasting Foundation Of Comfort And Love . . . The Cause Of All Good Order In The World, And What Alone Preserves It From The Utmost Confusion.