Strain Every Nerve To Gain Your Point.

There Is No Treasure The Which May Be Compared Unto A Faithful Friend; Gold Some Decayeth, And Worldly Wealth Consumeth, And Wasteth In The Winde; But Love Once Planted In A Perfect And Pure Minde Indureth Weale And Woe; The Frownes Of Fortune, Come They Never So Unkinde, Cannot The Same Overthrowe.

No Power Is Strong Enough To Be Lasting, If It Labours Under The Weight Of Fear.

That Which Is Not Forbidden, Is Not On That Account Permitted.

Let Us Drink For The Replenishment Of Our Strength, Not For Our Sorrow

It Is The Peculiar Quality Of A Fool To Perceive The Faults Of Others And To Forget His Own.