All Empire Is No More Than Power

Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.