None Wise Dares Hopeless Venture.

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.

It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My Girl, That Keep A Husband.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.