He Is Not Great Who Is Not

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From The World-wearied Flesh

Do Not Banish Reason For Inequality; But Let Your Reason Serve To Make The Truth Appear Where It Seems Hid, And Hide The False Seems True.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.