Travelers Must Be Content.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

Life... Is A Paradise To What We Know Of Death.

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.