However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

The Spirit Of A Youth That Means To Be Of Note, Begins Betimes.