Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

I Have No Urns, No Dusty Monuments; No Broken Images Of Ancestors, Wanting An Ear, Or Nose; No Forged Tales Of Long Descents, To Boast False Honors From.