Facts Are The Enemy Of

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

Hunger Is The Best Sauce In The World.

Many Go Out For Wool, And Come Home Shorn Themselves.

As Ill-luck Would Have It.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.