In Their Palate Alone Is Their Reason

He Who Meditates A Crime Secretly Within Himself Has All The Guilt Of The Act.

Trust Not To Outward Show. [lat., Fronti Nulla Fides.]

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.

But Grant The Wrath Of Heaven Be Great, 'tis Slow. [lat., Ut Sit Magna Tamen Certe Lenta Ira Deorum Est.]

Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None Is More Difficult To Bear Than That It Heaps Men With Ridicule.