Books Are Faithful Repositories, Which

Many Punishments Sometimes, And In Some Cases, As Much Discredit A Prince As Many Funerals A Physician.

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.