Well, Now There's A Remedy

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

He That Will Not When He May, When He Would, He Should Have Nay.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.

Delay Always Breeds Danger; And To Protract A Great Design Is Often To Ruin It.