God Grant Us Patience!

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.