He Who Trusts A Secret To His

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.