And, To All Married Men,

As The Index Tells Us The Contents Of Stories And Directs To The Particular Chapter, Even So Does The Outward Habit And Superficial Order Of Garments (in Man Or Woman) Give Us A Taste Of The Spirit, And Demonstratively Point (as It Were A Manual Note From The Margin) All The Internal Quality Of The Soul; And There Cannot Be A More Evident, Palpable, Gross Manifestation Of Poor, Degenerate, Dunghilly Blood And Breeding Than A Rude, Unpolished, Disordered, And Slovenly Outside.

Black Detraction Will Find Faults Where They Are Not.

Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued, Give A Kind Of Credit To A False Accusation.

Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No Harbor Here.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life.