We Ought Not To Quit Our Post

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

Step Not Beyond The Beam Of The Balance.

Without Justice, No Realm May Prosper.

The Octave Formed A Circle And Gave Our Noble Earth Its Form.

Instruct Thyself For Time And Patience Favor All.