Roused By The Lash Of His Own

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

The World To Bacon Does Not Only Owe It's Present Knowledge, But Its Future Too.

Great Wits Are Sure To Madness Near Allied, And Thin Partitions Do Their Bounds Divide.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.