Ambition, In A Private Man Is A

Though The Desire Of Fame Be The Last Weakness Wise Men Put Off.

Tis The Only Discipline We Are Born For; All Studies Else Are But As Circular Lines, And Death The Center Where They All Must Meet.

Giants In Their Promises, But Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

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