Dead Men Tell No Tales.

God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.