My Voice Is Still For War. Gods!

There Is No Talent So Pernicious As Eloquence To Those Who Have It Under Command.

Good-breeding Shows Itself Most Where To An Ordinary Eye It Appears The Least.

Content Thyself To Be Obscurely Good. When Vice Prevails, And Impious Men Bear Sway, The Post Of Honoris A Private Station.

There Is More Of Turn Than Of Truth In A Saying Of Seneca, "that Drunkenness Does Not Produce But Discover Faults." Common Experience Teaches The Contrary. Wine Throws A Man Out Of Himself, And Infuses Dualities Into The Mind Which She Is A Stranger To In Her Sober Moments.

The Post Of Honour Is A Private Station.