Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

Presence Of Mind And Courage In Distress, Are More Than Arrives To Procure Success?

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.