For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

Since Every Man Who Lives Is Born To Die, And None Can Boast Sincere Felicity, With Equal Mind, What Happens, Let Us Bear, Nor Joy Nor Grieve Too Much For Things Beyond Our Care. Like Pilgrims To The' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

The Greater Part Performed Achieves The Less.

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.

The Brave Man Seeks Not Popular Applause, Nor, Overpower'd With Arms, Deserts His Cause; Unsham'd, Though Foil'd, He Does The Best He Can, Force Is Of Brutes, But Honor Is Of Man.