He That Runs May Read.

Ever Let The Fancy Roam, Pleasure Never Is At Home.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

O Solitude, Where Are The Charms That Sages Have Seen In Thy Face? Better Dwell In The Midst Of Alarms, Than Reign In This Horrible Place.

All We Behold Is Miracle.

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.