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Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

Strike The Iron Whilst It Is Hot.

The Lord Forbid That I Should Be Out Of Debt, As If Indeed I Could Not Be Trusted.

A Little Rain Beats Down A Big Wind. Long Drinking Bouts Break Open The Tun(der).

Plain As A Nose In A Man's Face.