Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.