Thinking Nurseth Thinking.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

The First Mark Of Valor Is Defence.

Every Base Occupation Makes One Sharp In Its Practice, And Dull In Every Other.

The End Of All Knowledge Should Be In Virtuous Action.