What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk

I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross Fool, To Believe The Bosom Of A Friend Will Hold A Secret Mine Own Could Not Contain.

It Is True Fortitude To Stand Firm Against All Shocks Of Fate, When Cowards Faint And Die In Fear To Suffer More Calamity.

Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued, Give A Kind Of Credit To A False Accusation.

Conscience And Wealth Are Not Always Neighbors.

He That Doth Public Good For Multitudes, Finds Few Are Truly Grateful