Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

I Glory, More In The Cunning Purchase Of My Wealth Than In The Glad Possession.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

If You Succeed Not, Cast Not Away The Quills Yet, Nor Scratch The Wainscot, Beat Not The Poor Desk, But Bring All To The Forge And File Again; Turn It New.

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Prevent Your Day At Morning.