There Is Hardly A Case In Which

The Greatest Respect Is Owed To A Child.

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs Than Friends, Or Kindred, And With Louder Cries.

Avarice Increases With The Increasing Pile Of Gold.

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.