The Road To The Inn Is Much

Thou Camest Out Of Thy Mother's Belly Without Government, Thou Hast Liv'd Hitherto Without Government, And Thou Mayst Be Carried To Thy Long Home Without Government, When It Shall Please The Lord. How Many People In This World Live Without Government, Yet Do Well Enough, And Are Well Look'd Upon?

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.

Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.

I Do Not Say A Proverb Is Amiss When Aptly And Reasonably Applied, But To Be Forever Discharging Them, Right Or Wrong, Hit Or Miss, Renders Conversation Insipid And Vulgar.