For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of

Much Malice Mingled With A Little Wit Perhaps May Censure This Mysterious Writ.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.