If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.