Honor Is But An Empty

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or Kindle Soft Desire.