The Problem With Common Sense Is, It

He That By The Plough Would Thrive, Himself Must Either Hold Or Drive.

Constant Dropping Wears Away Stones

There's Many Witty Men Whose Brains Can't Fill Their Bellies.

Here Skugg Lies Snug As A Bug In A Rug.

My Father's Little Library Consisted Chiefly Of Books In Polemic Divinity, Most Of Which I Read, And Have Since Often Regretted That, At A Time When I Had Such A Thirst For Knowledge, More Proper Books Had Not Fallen In My Way Since It Was Now Resolved I Should Not Be A Clergyman.