Who Cannot Resolve Upon A Moment's Notice

Let The Devil Catch You But By A Single Hair, And You Are His Forever.

I Know Not Whether There Exists Such A Thing As A Coin Stamped With A Pair Of Pinions; But I Wish This Were The Device Which Monarchs Put Upon Their Dollars And Ducats, To Show That Riches Make To Themselves Wings, And Fly Away.

How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In Us At Times, Till A Word, A Sound, Awake Them?

With A Clear Sky, A Bright Sun, And A Gentle Breeze, You Will Have Friends In Plenty; But Let Fortune Frown, And The Firmament Be Overcast, And Then Your Friends Will Prove Like The Strings Of The Lute, Of Which You Will Tighten Ten Before You Find One That Will Bear The Stretch And Keep The Pitch.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.