The Will Of Man Is By His

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.