Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.

Pride Is Still Aiming At The Best Houses: Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods. Aspiring To Be Gods, If Angels Fell; Aspiring To Be Angels Men Rebel.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.