There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where

Men Are Almost Always Cruel In Their Neighbors' Faults; And Make Others' Overthrow The Badge Of Their Own Ill-masked Virtue.

Thinking Nurseth Thinking.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

A Brave Captain Is As A Root, Out Of Which, As Branches, The Courage Of His Soldiers Doth Spring.