Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.