My Age Is As A Lusty Winter,

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.