I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.