Where Envy Reigns Virtue Can't Exist, And

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

An Honest Man's Word Is As Good As His Bond.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

The Brave Man Carves Out His Fortune, And Every Man Is The Sum Of His Own Works.