God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

Words Are Leaves, The Substance Consists Of Deeds, Which Are The True Fruits Of A Good Tree.

The Stone Often Recoils On The Head Of The Thrower.

I Do Not Choose That My Grave Should Be Dug While I Am Still Alive.

Eyes Of Youth Have Sharp Sight But Commonly Not So Deep As Those Of Elder Age.

The Daughter Of Debate That Still Discord Doth Sow.