Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker

In Forming A Judgment, Lay Your Hearts Void Of Foretaken Opinions; Else, Whatsoever Is Done Or Said, Will Be Measured By A Wrong Rule; Like Them Who Have Jaundice, To Whom Everything Appears Yellow.

Sin Is The Mother, And Shame The Daughter Of Lewdness.

It Is A Lively Spark Of Nobleness To Descend In Most Favour To One When He Is Lowest In Affliction

Ungratefulness Is The Very Poison Of Manhood.

He Travels Safe And Not Unpleasantly Who Is Guarded By Poverty And Guided By Love.