Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

Keep Alive The Light Of Justice, And Much That Men Say In Blame Will Pass You By.

The Same Man Cannot Well Be Skilled In Everything; Each Has His Special Excellence.

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.