Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

The Cabinets Of The Sick And The Closets Of The Dead Have Been Ransacked To Publish Private Letters And Divulge To All Mankind The Most Secret Sentiments Of Friendship.

But If You'll Prosper, Mark What I Advise, Whom Age, And Long Experience Render Wise.

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

Who Breaks A Butterfly On A Wheel?