Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.