Memory, Of All The Powers Of The

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

... The Best Pilots Have Need Of Mariners, Besides Sails, Anchor And Other Tackle.

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.