Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

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

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.

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.