I Doubt Not Then But

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

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

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.