From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same;

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

One Wife Is Too Much For Most Husbands To Bear, But Two At A Time There's No Mortal Can Bear.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.