A Dissolute And Intemperate Youth Hands Down

Secret Enmities Are More To Be Feared Than Open Ones.

Our Minds Possess By Nature An Insatiable Desire To Know The Truth.

No Power Is Strong Enough To Be Lasting, If It Labours Under The Weight Of Fear.

There Is No Treasure The Which May Be Compared Unto A Faithful Friend; Gold Some Decayeth, And Worldly Wealth Consumeth, And Wasteth In The Winde; But Love Once Planted In A Perfect And Pure Minde Indureth Weale And Woe; The Frownes Of Fortune, Come They Never So Unkinde, Cannot The Same Overthrowe.

Taxes Are The Sinews Of The State.