Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.