The Dowry, Not The Wife, Is The

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

Be Gentle With The Young.

A Third Heir Seldom Profits By Ill-gotten Wealth.

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.