With A Bloody Flux Of

Diogenes Found More Rest In His Tub Than Alexander On His Throne.

Obedience To Truth Known, Is The King's Highway To That Which Is Still Beyond Us.

Death Aims With Fouler Spiteat Fairer Marks.

Mark, How The Ready Hands Of Death Prepare: His Bow Is Bent, And He Hath Notch'd His Dart; He Aims, He Levels At Thy Slumb'ring Heart: The Wound Is Posting, O Be Wise, Beware.

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.