A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever;

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

Language Most Shows A Man; Speak That I May See Thee; It Springs Out Of The Most Retired And Inmost Parts Of Us, And Is The Image Of The Parent Of It, The Mind. No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

Truth Is Man's Proper Good, And The Only Immortal Thing Was Given To Our Mortality To Use.