The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.