Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Lucky Is The Man Who Has Been Successful With His Children And Not Got Ones Who Are Notorious Disasters.

Too Much Zeal Offends Where Indirection Works.

Evil Men By Their Own Nature Cannot Ever Prosper.