He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

All The World's A Stage.