He Who Rushes Headlong Into Love Will

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.

A Woman Smells Well When She Smells Of Nothing.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.

Vulgarity Of Manners Defiles Fine Garments More Than Mud.

Enemies Carry A Report In Form Different From The Original.