Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Queen And Huntress, Chaste And Fair Now The Sun Is Laid To Sleep, Seated In Thy Silver Chair, State In Wonted Manner Keep: Hesperus Entreats Thy Light Goddess, Excellently Bright.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

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

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.