Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To

A Woman Being Never At A Loss... The Devil Always Sticks By Them.

That Famish'd People Must Be Slowly Nurst, And Fed By Spoonfuls, Else They Always Burst.

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.