Health And Cheerfulness Make Beauty

As Ill-luck Would Have It.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

Diligence Is The Mother Of Good Fortune, And Idleness, Its Opposite, Never Brought A Man To The Goal Of Any Of His Best Wishes.

Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In Absence, Crutches.