Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

But Earthlier Happy Is The Rose Distill'd Than That Which Withering On The Virgin Thorn Grows, Lives, And Dies In Single Blessedness.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.