Living Well Is The Best Revenge.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

Be Calm In Arguing; For Fierceness Makes Error A Fault, And Truth Discourtesy.

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Hee That Burnes His House Warmes Himselfe For Once.