Nothing Secure Unlesse Suspected.

Better Never Begin Than Never Make An End.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

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

The Eye Will Have His Part.

A Handful Of Good Life Is Better Than A Bushel Of Learning.