Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.

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

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.