My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

Every Man Is As God Made Him, Ay, And Often Worse.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

One Should Not Talk Of Hatters In The House Of The Hanged.

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.

Tis An Old Saying, The Devil Lurks Behind The Cross. All Is Not Gold That Glitters. From The Tail Of The Plough, Bamba Was Made King Of Spain; And From His Silks And Riches Was Rodrigo Cast To Be Devoured By The Snakes.