No Man Ever Was Glorious, Who Was

At The Working Man’s House, Hunger Looks In But Dares Not Enter.

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.

As We Benefit From The Inventions Of Others, We Should Be Glad To Share Our Own ... Freely And Gladly.

In Success Be Moderate. Humility Makes Great Men Twice Honourable.

None Are Deceived But They That Confide.