The Over Curious Are Not Over Wise.

Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No Harbor Here.

Tis The Only Discipline We Are Born For; All Studies Else Are But As Circular Lines, And Death The Center Where They All Must Meet.

Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls, Makes Us Covet That Which Hurts Us Most.

Petitions, Not Sweetened With Gold, Are But Unsavory And Oft Refused; Or, If Received, Are Pocketed, Not Read.

Like A Rough Orator, That Brings More Truth Than Rhetoric, To Make Good His Accusation.