Secret Guilt Is By Silence Revealed.

Thou Spring'st A Leak Already In Thy Crown, A Flaw Is In Thy Ill-bak'd Vessel Found; 'tis Hollow, And Returns A Jarring Sound, Yet Thy Moist Clay Is Pliant To Command, Unwrought, And Easy To The Potter's Hand: Now Take The Mould; Now Bend Thy Mind To Feel The First Sharp Motions Of The Forming Wheel.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.

Uncertain Whose The Narrowest Span,--the Clown Unread, Or Half-read Gentleman.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.