Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.