So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The Best.

They, Who Would Combat General Authority With Particular Opinion, Must First Establish Themselves A Reputation Of Understanding Better Than Other Men.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.