He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.