A Man Can Die But Once.

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.