I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross

Man Was Mark'd A Friend In His Creation To Himself, And May, With Fit Ambition, Conceive The Greatest Blessings, And The Highest Honors Appointed For Him, If He Can Achieve Them The Right And Noble Way.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

Conscience And Wealth Are Not Always Neighbors.

A Willing Mind Makes A Hard Journey Easy.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!