God Bears With The Wicked, But Not

Tis A Dainty Thing To Command, Though 'twere But A Flock Of Sheep.

Three Things Too Much, And Three Too Little Are Pernicious To Man; To Speak Much, And Know Little; To Spend Much, And Have Little; To Presume Much, And Be Worth Little.

There Are Men That Will Make You Books, And Turn Them Loose Into The World, With As Much Dispatch As They Would Do A Dish Of Fritters.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

There's No Love Lost Between Us.