Let Others Either Envy Or

For Every Bad There Might Be A Worse; And When One Breaks His Leg Let Him Be Thankful It Was Not His Neck.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.

Let Me Know Myself; Let Others Guess At Me.

And, If I Were So Low That I Accounted Myself The Worst Of All, Yet Some Would Account Themselves In Worse Case.