The End Of All Knowledge Should Be

But Words Came Halting Forth, Wanting Invention's Stay; Invention, Nature's Child, Fled Stepdame Study's Blows; And Others' Feet Still Seemed But Strangers In My Way. Thus, Great With Child To Speak, And Helpless In My Throes, Biting My Truant Pen, Beating Myself For Spite: "fool," Said My Muse To Me, "look In Thy Heart, And Write.

Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice Than Death To True Courage.

It Is Hard, But It Is Excellent, To Find The Right Knowledge Of When Correction Is Necessary And When Grace Doth Most Avail.

As The Fertilest Ground, Must Be Manured, So Must The Highest Flying Wit Have A Daedalus To Guide Him.

It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth Conquest.