Hee That Marries For Wealth Sells His

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.

When My House Burnes, It's Not Good Playing At Chesse.

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

Skill And Confidence Are An Unconquered Army.

Step By Step The Ladder Is Ascended.