Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.

When The Mischief Is Done The Door Is Shut.

Nature Never Says One Thing, Wisdom Another. [lat., Nunquam Aliud Natura Aliud Sapientia Dicit.]