Lately We Have Had Many Losses.

When We Cannot Hope To Win, It Is An Advantage To Yield.

Medicine For The Dead Is Too Late

Where Evil Habits Are Once Settled, They Are More Easily Broken Than Mended.

Too Exact, And Studious Of Similitude Rather Than Of Beauty. [lat., Nimis In Veritate, Et Similitudinis Quam Pulchritudinis Amantior.]

Suffering Itself Does Less Afflict The Senses Than The Apprehension Of Suffering.