Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

To Gain A Livelihood At The Expense Of All That Makes Life Worth The Having.

Many Have An Irresistible Itch For Writing.

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.