An Old Young Man, Will Be A

Hot Things, Sharp Things, Sweet Things, Cold Things All Rot The Teeth, And Make Them Look Like Old Things.

Be Civil To All; Serviceable To Many; Familiar With Few; Friend To One; Enemy To None.

Neither A Fortress Nor A Maidenhead Will Hold Out Long After They Begin To Parley.

He Was So Learned That He Could Name A Horse In Nine Languages; So Ignorant That He Bought A Cow To Ride On.

A Full Belly Is The Mother Of All Evil.