Where There's No Law, There's

Keep Out Of The Sight Of Feasts And Banquets As Much As May Be; For 'tis More Difficult To Refrain Good Cheer, When It's Present, Than From The Desire Of It When It Is Away; The Like You May Observe In The Objects Of All The Other Senses.

If We Are Industrious, We Shall Never Starve; For, At The Workingman's House Hunger Looks In, But Dares Not Enter. Nor Will The Bailiff Or The Constable Enter, For Industry Pays Debts, While Despair Increaseth Them.

Ambition Has Its Disappointments To Sour Us, But Never The Good Fortune To Satisfy Us.

Cold & Cunning Come From The North: But Cunning Sans Wisdom Is Nothing Worth.

The Rotten Apple Spoils His Companion.