She, Though In Full-blown Flower

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.