Prosperity Provideth, But Adversity Proveth Friends.

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.

Much Suspected By Me, Nothing Proved Can Be

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

I Shall Lend Credit To Nothing Against My People Which Parents Would Not Believe Against Their Own Children.

Of Myself I Must Say This, I Never Was Any Greedy, Scraping Grasper, Nor A Strait Fast-holding Prince, Nor Yet A Master; My Heart Was Never Set On Worldly Goods, But Only For My Subjects' Good.