Virture Offers The Only Path In This

Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs Than Friends, Or Kindred, And With Louder Cries.

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

Every Great House Is Full Of Haughty Servants.