Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls,

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

Pleasures Of Worse Natures Are Gladly Entertained, And They That Shun Us Practice In Private Sports The Stews Would Blush At.

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.