Rashness Is The Companion Of Youth, Prudence

The Hours Pass And The Days And The Months And The Years, And The Past Time Never Returns.

It Is The Soul Itself Which Sees And Hears, And Not Those Parts Which Are, As It Were, But Windows To The Soul.

Loyalty Is What We Seek In Friendship.

There Is A Certain Virtue In Every Good Man, Which Night And Day Stirs Up The Mind With The Stimulus Of Glory, And Reminds It That All Mention Of Our Name Will Not Cease At The Same Time With Our Lives, But That Our Fame Will Endure To All Posterity.

For My Own Part, I Had Rather Be Old Only A Short Time Than Be Old Before I Really Am So.