Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections. For Love Which Hath Ends, Will Have An End; Whereas That Which Is Founded On True Virtue, Will Always Continue.

How Easy It Is To Call Rogue And Villain, And That Wittily! But How Hard To Make A Man Appear A Fool, A Blockhead, Or A Knave, Without Using Any Of Those Opprobrious Terms! Tosparethegrossness Ofthenames, And To Dothe Thing Yet Moreseverely, Isto Drawa Full Face, And Tomake The Nose And Cheeks Stand Out, And Yet Not To Employ Any Depth Of Shadowing.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.