Your Argument Is Sound, Nothing But Sound.

Now I've A Sheep And A Cow, Every Body Bids Me Good Morrow.

A Single Man Has Not Nearly The Value He Would Have In A State Of Union. He Is An Incomplete Animal. He Resembles The Odd Half Of A Pair Of Scissors.

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee.

Wealth And Content Are Not Always Bed-fellows.

The Way To See By Faith Is To Shut The Eye Of Reason: The Morning Daylight Appears Plainer When You Put Out Your Candle.