Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.