Gold--the Picklock That Never Fails.

Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls, Makes Us Covet That Which Hurts Us Most.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

Though The Desire Of Fame Be The Last Weakness Wise Men Put Off.

Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No Harbor Here.