Few Know The Use Of Life Before

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

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?

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.