There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.