Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom; If Honor Lie In Eating, He's Right Honorable.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

The True Way To Gain Much, Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much. He Is Not Rich That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Not Poor That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much.