For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

The Wise Man Sets Bounds Even To His Innocent Desires.

Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Every Fault Of The Mind Becomes More Conspicuous And More Guilty In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender