Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find Is Boundless Grace, And Mercy To Mankind, Abhors The Cruel.