Seek Not To Shine By

Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs Than Friends, Or Kindred, And With Louder Cries.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Trust Not To Outward Show. [lat., Fronti Nulla Fides.]

The Pupil Will Eclipse His Tutor, I Warrant.