Every Fault Of The Mind Becomes More

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

When Your Armour Is On, It Is Too Late To Retreat.

There Are Many Things Which May Not Be Uttered By Men In Threadbare Coats.

Avarice Increases With The Increasing Pile Of Gold.

Men Who Ape The Saint And Play The Sinner.