Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.