Enough 's As Good As A Feast.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

Each Natural Agent Works But To This End,- To Render That It Works On Like Itself.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Virtue Is Not Malicious; Wrong Done Her Is Righted Even When Men Grant They Err.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.