Wedlock Is A Padlock.

To Go Like A Cat Upon A Hot Bakestone.

The More You Rub A Cat On The Rump, The Higher She Sets Her Tail.

A Wonder Then It Must Needs Be,-that There Should Be Any Man Found So Stupid And Forsaken Of Reason As To Persuade Himself, That This Most Beautiful And Adorned World Was Or Could Be Produced By The Fortuitous Concourse Of Atoms.

In A Thousand Pound Of Law There's Not An Ounce Of Love.

The Wind In A Man's Face Makes Him Wise.