My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar Place, And Know That Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.

For Lawful Power Is Still Superior Found, When Long Driven Back, At Length It Stands The Ground.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.