As Man's Love Or Hatred,

He Submits Himself To Be Seen Through A Microscope, Who Suffers Himself To Be Caught In A Fit Of Passion.

Who Knows Whence He Comes, Where He Is, And Whither He Tends, He, And He Alone, Is Wise.

She Whom Smiles And Tears Make Equally Lovely May Command All Hearts.

He Whose Pride Oppresses The Humble May Perhaps Be Humbled, But Will Never Be Humble.

As A Man's Salutations, So Is The Total Of His Character; In Nothing Do We Lay Ourselves So Open As In Our Manner Of Meeting And Salutation.