Our Whole Life Is Like

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

When A Virtuous Man Is Raised, It Brings Gladness To His Friends, Grief To His Enemies, And Glory To His Posterity.

Hell Itself Must Yield To Industry.

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.