Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.