In The Motive Lies The Good Or

The King Who Makes War On His Enemies Tenderly Distresses His Subjects Most Cruelly.

Many Leave The Labours Of Half Their Life To Their Executors And To Chance, Because They Will Not Send Them Abroad Unfinished, And Are Unable To Finish Them, Having Prescribed To Themselves Such A Degree Of Exactness As Human Diligence Can Scarcely Ontain.

To Dread No Eye And To Suspect No Tongue Is The Great Prerogative Of Innocence--an Exemption Granted Only To Invariable Virtue.

Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

He Who Would Have Fine Guests, Let Him Have A Fine Wife.