A Stout Heart Breaks Bad Luck.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

It Will Be Seen In The Frying Of The Eggs.

Give The Devil His Due.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.