Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.

He Who Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.