Praise Is A Debt We

The Service Of Love Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life, Nor Is There Anything That Will More Deject His Cool'd Imagination, When He Shall Consider What An Odd And Unworthy Piece Of Folly He Hath Committed.

That Miracles Have Been, I Do Believe; That They May Yet Be Wrought By The Living, I Do Not Deny: But Have No Confidence In Those Which Are Fathered On The Dead.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

The Noblest Digladiation Is In The Theatre Of Ourselves.