All Hoods Make Not Monks.

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!