For Any Man To Match Above His

He Is Not Valiant That Dares Lie; But He That Boldly Bears Calamity.

Cheerful Looks Make Every Dish A Feast, And It Is That Which Crowns A Welcome.

I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross Fool, To Believe The Bosom Of A Friend Will Hold A Secret Mine Own Could Not Contain.

As The Index Tells Us The Contents Of Stories And Directs To The Particular Chapter, Even So Does The Outward Habit And Superficial Order Of Garments (in Man Or Woman) Give Us A Taste Of The Spirit, And Demonstratively Point (as It Were A Manual Note From The Margin) All The Internal Quality Of The Soul; And There Cannot Be A More Evident, Palpable, Gross Manifestation Of Poor, Degenerate, Dunghilly Blood And Breeding Than A Rude, Unpolished, Disordered, And Slovenly Outside.

The Sum Of All That Makes A Just Man Happy Consists In The Well Choosing Of His Wife: And There, Well To Discharge It, Does Require Equality Of Years, Of Birth, Of Fortune; For Beauty Being Poor, And Not Cried Up By Birth Or Wealth, Can Truly Mix With Neither. And Wealth, When There's Such Difference In Years, And Fair Descent, Must Make The Yoke Uneasy.