How Few There Are Who

Kings Have Long Arms, But Misfortune Longer: Let None Think Themselves Out Of Her Reach.

Nor Eye In A Letter, Nor Hand In A Purse, Nor Ear In The Secret Of Another.

He That Can Have Patience Can Have What He Will.

The Madness Of Mobs Or The Insolence Of Soldiers, Or Both, When Too Near To Each Other, Occasion Some Mischief.

Finding Myself To Exist In The World, I Believe I Shall, In Some Shape Or Other, Always Exist.