For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let

What Is Strength Without A Double Share Of Wisdom?

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue.

What Better Can We Do Than Prostrate Fall Before Him Reverent, And There Confess Humbly Our Faults, And Pardon Beg With Tears Watering The Ground?