God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.