The Wretched Have No Friends.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

The Longest Tyranny That Ever Sway'd Was That Wherein Our Ancestors Betray'd Their Free-born Reason To The Stagirite [aristotle], And Made His Torch Their Universal Light. So Truth, While Only One Suppli'd The State, Grew Scarce, And Dear, And Yet Sophisticate.

Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.