Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

Do Not Banish Reason For Inequality; But Let Your Reason Serve To Make The Truth Appear Where It Seems Hid, And Hide The False Seems True.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.