Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

Thou Spring'st A Leak Already In Thy Crown, A Flaw Is In Thy Ill-bak'd Vessel Found; 'tis Hollow, And Returns A Jarring Sound, Yet Thy Moist Clay Is Pliant To Command, Unwrought, And Easy To The Potter's Hand: Now Take The Mould; Now Bend Thy Mind To Feel The First Sharp Motions Of The Forming Wheel.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To The Truth.