Thank Me No Thankings, Nor

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.