He Is Not Valiant That Dares Lie;

What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk On!

How Sweetly Sounds The Voice Of A Good Woman! It Is So Seldom Heard That, When It Speaks,it Ravishes All Senses.

What Pity 'tis, One That Can Speak So Well, Should In His Actions Be So Ill!

Tis The Only Discipline We Are Born For; All Studies Else Are But As Circular Lines, And Death The Center Where They All Must Meet.

True Dignity Is Never Gained By Place, And Never Lost When Honors Are Withdrawn.