Nor For My Peace Will I Go

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

All The Wise World Is Little Else, In Nature, But Parasites Or Subparasites.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.

Calumnies Are Answered Best With Silence.

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.