Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

So Perish All Who Do The Like Again.

When Two People Compliment Each Other With The Choice Of Anything, Each Of Them Generally Gets That Which He Likes Least.

As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows The Tree.

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.