Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.