A Clear And Innocent Conscience Fears Nothing.

The Past Cannot Be Cured.

The Daughter Of Debate That Still Discord Doth Sow.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.

Brass Shines As Fair To The Ignorant As Gold To The Goldsmiths.

Where Minds Differ And Opinions Swerve There Is Scant A Friend In That Company.