Let No Such Man Be

The Pleasant'st Angling Is To See The Fish Cut With Her Golden Oars The Silver Stream And Greedily Devour The Treacherous Bait.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension.

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.