The Way Is An Ill Neighbour.

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

The Evening Praises The Day, And The Morning A Frost.

Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will Hold Against The Power Of Gold.