Speak Low, If You Speak

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

The People Are The City.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.