He That's In Love, I' Faith, Even

He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young.

To Waste One's Breath; To Pump Into A Sieve.

Feast To-day Makes Fast To-morrow. [lat., Festo Die Si Quid Prodegeris, Profesto Egere Liceat Nisi Peperceris.]

To An Honest Man, It Is An Honor To Have Remembered His Duty.

There's No Such Thing, You Know, As Picking Out The Best Woman: It's Only A Question Of Comparative Badness, Brother.