I Have Loved My Friends As I

Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto The Virtue Of Others, And Due Unto Our Own From All Whom Malice Hath Not Made Mutes, Or Envy Struck Dumb.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

Things Evidently False Are Not Only Printed, But Many Things Of Truth Most Falsely Set Forth.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

Miserable Men Commiserate Not Themselves; Bowelless Unto Others, And Merciless Unto Their Own Bowels.