The First Is The Law, The Last

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.

Love And Time With Reverence Use, Treat Them Like A Parting Friend: Nor The Golden Gifts Refuse Which In Youth Sincere They Send: For Each Year Their Price Is More, And They Less Simple Than Before.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.