He Who Fights And Runs Away May

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

Silence Gives Consent.

People Seldom Improve When They Have No Other Model But Themselves To Copy.

Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair.

Could A Man Live By It, It Were Not Unpleasant Employment To Be A Poet.