We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

He Has Not Learned The First Lesson Of Life Who Does Not Every Day Surmount A Fear.

War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth, Our Appetites As Apt To Change As Theirs, And Full As Craving Too, And Full As Vain.

Let Those Find Fault Whose Wit's So Very Small, They've Need To Show That They Can Think At All; Errors, Like Straws, Upon The Surface Flow; He Who Would Search For Pearls, Must Dive Below. Fops May Have Leave To Level All They Can; As Pigmies Would Be Glad To Lop A Man. Half-wits Are Fleas; So Little And So Light, We Scarce Could Know They Live, But That They Bite.