Prevent Your Day At Morning.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Who Will Not Judge Him Worthy To Be Robbed That Sets His Doors Wide Open To A Thief, And Shows The Felon Where His Treasure Lies?

Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.