Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

Thus Weary Of The World, Away She Hies, And Yokes Her Silver Doves; By Whose Swift Aid Their Mistress Mounted Through The Empty Skies In Her Light Chariot Quickly Is Convey'd; Holding Their Course To Paphos, Where Their Queen Means To Immure Herself And Not Be Seen.

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.