Be Slow To Resolve, But Quick In

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

My Love's A Noble Madness.

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.