Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show

A Noble Heart, Like The Sun, Showeth Its Greatest Countenance In Its Lowest Estate.

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

The Journey Of High Honor Lies Not In Smooth Ways.

Who Will Ever Give Counsel, If The Counsel Be Judged By The Event, And If It Be Not Found Wise, Shall Therefore Be Thought Wicked?

Who Will Adhere To Him That Abandons Himself?