Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.