A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!