There Is No Grief Which Time Does

What Gift Has Providence Bestowed On Man That Is So Dear To Him As His Children?

No Sensible Man (among The Many Things That Have Been Written On This Kind) Ever Imputed Inconsistency To Another For Changing His Mind. [lat., Nemo Doctus Unquam (multa Autem De Hoc Genere Scripta Sunt) Mutationem Consili Inconstantiam Dixit Esse.]

Honor Is The Reward Of Virtue.

In The Very Books In Which Philosophers Bid Us Scorn Fame, They Inscribe Their Names.

It Is Foolish To Pluck Out One's Hair For Sorrow, As If Grief Could Be Assuaged By Baldness.