That We Must All Die, We Always

The Vicious Count Their Years; Virtuous, Their Acts.

Prepare For Death, If Here At Night You Roam, And Sign Your Will Before You Sup From Home.

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, As We Have Often Been Told; And The Adage Is Verified In Your Place And My Favour; But If What Happens Does Not Make Us Richer, We Must Bid It Welcome, If It Makes Us Wiser.

The Two Offices Of Memory Are Collection And Distribution.

Falsehoods Of Convenience Or Vanity, Falsehoods From Which No Evil Immediately Visible Ensues, Except The General Degradation Of Human Testimony, Are Very Lightly Uttered, And Once Uttered Are Sullenly Supported.