Fables Take Off From The Severity Of

The Ways Of Heaven Are Dark And Intricate, Puzzled In Mazes, And Perplex'd With Errors; Our Understanding Traces Them In Vain, Lost And Bewilder'd In The Fruitless Search; Nor Sees With How Much Art The Windings Run, Nor Where The Regular Confusion Ends.

Rides In The Whirlwind And Directs The Storm.

True Modesty Avoids Everything That Is Criminal; False Modesty Everything That Is Unfashionable.

He Who Would Pass His Declining Years With Honor And Comfort, Should, When Young, Consider That He May One Day Become Old, And Remember When He Is Old, That He Has Once Been Young.

My Voice Is Still For War.