Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The

Youth, Beauty, Graceful Action Seldom Fail: But Common Interest Always Will Prevail; And Pity Never Ceases To Be Shown To Him Who Makes The People's Wrongs His Own.

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.