Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral Bak'd Meats Did Coldly Furnish Forth The Marriage Tables.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

Hast Any Philosophy In Thee Shepherd? .• • • • . . . He That Wants Money, Means And Content, Is Without Three Good Friends; That The Property Of Rain Is To Wet And Fire To Burn; That Good Pasture Makes Fat Sheep, And A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun; That He That Hath Learned No Wit By Nature Nor Art May Complain Of Good Breeding Or Comes Of A Very Dull Kindred.