Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath,

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

Few People Can Distinguish The Genuinely Good From The Reverse.

No One Ever Became Extremely Wicked Suddenly.

The Greatest Hardship Of Poverty Is That It Tends To Make Men Ridiculous.