Slander Is A Shipwrack By A Dry

We Must Love, As Looking One Day To Hate.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

Women Laugh When They Can, And Weepe When They Will.

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.