Hee That Dines And Leaves, Layes The

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Poverty Is No Sinne. [poverty Is No Sin.]

The Best Mirror Is An Old Friend.