Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Each Natural Agent Works But To This End,- To Render That It Works On Like Itself.

They're Only Truly Great Who Are Truly Good.

An Ill Weed Grows Apace.

He Is At No End Of His Actions Blestwhose Ends Will Make Him Greatest, And Not Best.