Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

. . . For Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive. Cease To Admire, And All Her Plumes Fall Flat And Shrink Into A Trivial Toy, At Every Sudden Slighting Quite Abash'd.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The Starry Rubric Set.