Wishers Were Ever Fools.

But There Is No Such Man; For, Brother, Men Can Counsel And Speak Comfort To That Grief Which They Themselves Not Feel; But, Tasting It, Their Counsel Turns To Passion, Which Before Would Give Preceptial Medicine To Rage, Fetter Strong Madness In A Silken Thread, Charm Ache With Air And Agony With Words.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!