This Mournful Truth Is Everywhere Confessed, Slow

In His Comic Scenes, Shakespeare Seems To Produce, Without Labor, What No Labor Can Improve.

Everybody Knows Worse Of Himself Than He Knows Of Other Men.

Mutual Cowardice Keeps Us In Peace.

One Of The Aged Greatest Miseries Is That They Cannot Easily Find A Companion Able To Share The Memories Of The Past.

He That Reads And Grows No Wiser Seldom Suspects His Own Deficiency, But Complains Of Hard Words And Obscure Sentences, And Asks Why Books Are Written Which Cannot Be Understood.