We Must Beat The Iron While It

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.