Beware The Fury Of A Patient Man.

A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit In All Languages.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

Not Judging Truth To Be In Nature Better Than Falsehood, But Setting A Value Upon Both According To Interest.