I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.