The Present Eye Praises The

It Is The Cowish Terror Of His Spirit That Dares Not Undertake; He'll Not Feel Wrongs Which Tie Him To An Answer.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

Let The End Try The Man.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.