Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though

When Fiction Rises Pleasing To The Eye, Men Will Believe, Because They Love The Lie; But Truth Herself, If Clouded With A Frown, Must Have Some Solemn Proof To Pass Her Down.

With That Malignant Envy Which Turns Pale, And Sickens, Even If A Friend Prevail.

No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In The Air.

Even In A Hero's Heart Discretion Is The Better Part.

Fool Beckons Fool, And Dunce Awakens Dunce.