Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.