I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

A Brave Man Hazards Life, But Not His Conscience.

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.