Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.