Let Age, Not Envy, Draw Wrinkles On

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

Many-have Too Rashly Charged The Troops Of Error, And Remain As Trophies Unto The Enemies Of Truth.

A Wise Man Is Out Of The Reach Of Fortune.

Content May Dwell In All Stations. To Be Low But Above Contempt May Be High Enough To Be Happy.

By Compassion We Make Others' Misery Our Own, And So, By Relieving Them, We Relieve Ourselves Also.