Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen

It Is Certain That Either Wise Bearing Or Ignorant Carriage Is Caught As Men Take Diseases, One Of Another.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

All's Well That Ends Well; Still The Fine's The Crown. Whate'er The Course, The End Is The Renown.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

The Proverb Is Something Musty.