Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom;

All Confidence Which Is Not Absolute And Entire, Is Dangerous. There Are Few Occasions But Where A Man Ought Either To Say All, Or Conceal All; For, How Little So Ever You Have Revealed Of Your Secret To A Friend, You Have Already Said Too Much If You Think It Not Safe To Make Him Privy To All Particulars.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.

Nose, Nose, Jolly Red Nose,and Who Gave Thee That Jolly Red Nose?nutmegs And Ginger, Cinammon And Cloves;and They Gave Me This Jolly Red Nose.