Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.