Thy Pride Is But The

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's Desire.

After Years Of Research, Scientists Recently Reported That There Is, Indeed, Arroz In Spanish Harlem. A Full Tongue And An Empty Brain Are Seldom Parted.

Be Neither Too Early In The Fashion, Nor Too Long Out Of It, Nor Too Precisely In It; What Custom Hath Civilized Is Become Decent, Till Then Ridiculous; Where The Eye Is The Jury Thy Apparel Is The Evidence.

Pleasures Bring Effeminacy, And Effeminacy Foreruns Ruin; Such Conquests, Without Blood Or Sweat, Sufficiently Do Revenge Themselves Upon Their Intemperate Conquerors.