Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

We Find Few Historians Who Have Been Diligent Enough In Their Search For Truth; It Is Their Common Method To Take On Trust What They Help Distribute To The Public; By Which Means A Falsehood Once Received From A Famed Writer Becomes Traditional To Posterity.