Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

Then Sculpture And Her Sister Arts Revived; Stones Leaped To Form, And Rocks Began To Live.

A Brave Man Thinks No One His Superior Who Does Him An Injury, For He Has It Then In His Power To Make Himself Superior To The Other By Forgiving It.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.