Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.