Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

A Gentleman That Loves To Hear Himself Talk, Will Speak More In A Minute Than He Will Stand To In A Month.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.