We Must Beat The Iron While It

He Who Trusts A Secret To His Servant Makes His Own Man His Master.

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

By Viewing Nature, Nature's Handmaid Art, Makes Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow: Thus Fishes First To Shipping Did Impart, Their Tail The Rudder, And Their Head The Prow.