Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.