Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

Nay, Do Not Think I Flatter. For What Advancement May I Hope From Thee, That No Revenue Hast But Thy Good Spirits To Feed And Clothe Thee? Why Should The Poor Be Flattered?

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.

As Good Luck Would Have It.