My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

Heroic Poetry Has Ever Been Esteemed The Greatest Work Of Human Nature.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

He Who Trusts A Secret To His Servant Makes His Own Man His Master.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.