No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!