Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

It Is Part Of A Poor Spirit To Undervalue Himself And Blush.

When A Dog Is Drowning, Everyone Offers Him A Drink.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Death Keeps No Calendar.