Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar

Go Miser Go, For Money Sell Your Soul. Trade Wares For Wares And Trudge From Pole To Pole, So Others May Say When You Are Dead And Gone. See What A Vast Estate He Left His Son.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.