My Appetite Comes To Me While Eating.

And As Hearbes And Trees Are Bettered And Fortified By Being Transplanted, So Formes Of Speach Are Embellished And Graced By Variation.... As In Our Ordinary Language, We Shall Sometimes Meete With Excellent Phrases, And Quaint Metaphors, Whose Blithnesse Fadeth Through Age, And Colour Is Tarnish By To Common Using Them.

Whatever Is Preached To Us, And Whatever We Learn, We Should Still Remember That It Is Man That Gives, And Man That Receives; It Is A Mortal Hand That Presents It To Us, It Is A Mortal Hand That Accepts It.

I Would Have Every Man Write What He Knows And No More.

Unless A Man Feels He Has A Good Enough Memory, He Should Never Venture To Lie.

A Hair Shirt Does Not Always Render Those Chaste Who Wear It.