Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew — (Twenty bridges or twenty two) — Wanted to know what the River knew, For they were young, and the Thames was old And this is the tale that River told.

No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.

Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.