For Let Us Women Be Never So

The Stomach Carries The Heart, And Not The Heart The Stomach.

Blessed Be Those Happy Ages That Were Strangers To The Dreadful Fury Of These Devilish Instruments Of Artillery, Whose Inventor I Am Satisfied Is Now In Hell, Receiving The Reward Of His Cursed Invention, Which Is The Cause That Very Often A Cowardly Base Hand Takes Away The Life Of The Bravest Gentleman.

Drink Moderately, For Drunkeness Neither Keeps A Secret, Nor Observes A Promise.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

Honesty's The Best Policy.