Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.