Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

God Made Bees, And Bees Made Honey, God Made Man, And Man Made Money, Pride Made The Devil, And The Devil Made Sin; So God Made A Cole-pit To Put The Devil In.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Learning Itself, Received Into A Mind By Nature Weak, Or Viciously Inclined, Serves But To Lead Philosophers Astray, Where Children Would With Ease Discern The Way.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.