Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.