Nature Never Says One Thing, Wisdom Another.

There Is Great Unanimity Among The Dissolute. [lat., Magna Inter Molles Concordia.]

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of A Little And Narrow Mind.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.