Bear Calamities With Meekness.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

To Generous Souls Every Task Is Noble.

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.