War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

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.

The Brave Man Seeks Not Popular Applause, Nor, Overpower'd With Arms, Deserts His Cause; Unsham'd, Though Foil'd, He Does The Best He Can, Force Is Of Brutes, But Honor Is Of Man.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.