Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More

No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In The Air.

Those Who Would Make Us Feel Must Feel Themselves.

He Mouths A Sentence As Curs Mouth A Bone.

The Virtuous To Those Mansions Go Where Pleasures Unembitter'd Flow, Where, Leading Up A Jocund Band, Vigor And Youth Dance Hand In Hand, Whilst Zephyr, With Harmonious Gales, Pipes Softest Music Through The Vales, And Spring And Flora, Gaily Crown'd, With Velvet Carpet Spread The Ground; With Livelier Blush Where Roses Bloom, And Every Shrub Expires Perfume.

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.