Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words

Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

Ready Writing Makes Not Good Writing, But Good Writing Brings On Ready Writing.

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.