Sweet Mercy Is Nobility's True Badge.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.