Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.

Charity And Treating Begin At Home.

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Corruption Is A Tree, Whose Branches Are Of An Immeasurable Length: They Spread Ev'rywhere; And The Dew That Drops From Thence Hath Infected Some Chairs And Stools Of Authority.