Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

It World Be Well Had We More Misers Than We Have Among Us.

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

To Aim At Excellence, Our Reputation, And Friends, And All Must Be Ventured; To Aim At The Average We Run No Risk And Provide Little Service.

Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.

In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.