The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's

With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows Deep Revenge.

What Treasures Here Do Mammon's Sons Behold! Yet Know That All That Which Glitters Is Not Gold.

My Mind's My Kingdom.

The Height Of All Philosophy Is To Know Thyself; And The End Of This Knowledge Is To Know God.

The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.