Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

Success Is Man's God.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.