Now We Suffer The Evils Of A

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Many Have An Irresistible Itch For Writing.

Integrity Is Praised, And Starves.