After Crosses And Losses Men Grow Humbler

An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

Savages We Call Them, Because Their Manners Differ From Ours, Which We Think The Perfection Of Civility; They Think The Same Of Theirs.

Time Eateth All Things, Could Old Poets Say, The Times Are Chang'd, Our Times Drink All Away.

Speak With Contempt Of None, From Slave To King, The Meanest Bee Hath, And Will Use, A Sting.

Hope Of Gain Lessens Pain.