Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow.

Fortune's Unjust; She Ruins Oft The Brave, And Him Who Should Be Victor, Makes The Slave.

Not Heav'n Itself Upon The Past Has Pow'r; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.