It Is A Wise Father That Knows

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

Greatness Knows Itself.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

No, No; 'tis All Men's Office To Speak Patience To Those That Wring Under The Load Of Sorrow, But No Man's Virtue Nor Sufficiency To Be So Moral When He Shall Endure The Like Himself. Therefore Give Me No Counsel: My Griefs Cry Louder Than Advertisement.