He Travels Safe And Not Unpleasantly Who

No Is No Negative In A Woman's Mouth.

The Lightsome Countenance Of A Friend Giveth Such An Inward Decking To The House Where It Lodgeth, As Proudest Palaces Have Cause To Envy The Gilding.

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.

Laws Are Not Made Like Lime-twigs Or Nets, To Catch Everything That Toucheth Them; But Rather Like Sea-marks, To Guide From Shipwreck The Ignorant Passenger.

Misery And Misfortune Is All One; And Of Misfortune Fortune Hath Only The Gift.