For You And I Are

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

Roses Have Thorns, And Silver Fountains Mud; Clouds And Eclipses Stain Both Moon And Sun, And Loathsome Canker Lies In Sweetest Bud. All Men Make Faults.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!