There's A Time For All Things.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger