God Grant Us Patience!

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.

Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune, Or To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles, And By Opposing End Them?