I Had As Lief Have Been Myself

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

Know More Than Other. Work More Than Other. Expect Less Than Other

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.