Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

Out Of Some Little Thing, Too Free A Tongue Can Make An Outrageous Wrangle.

Love's All In All To Women.

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.