My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

There Is No Remembrance Which Time Does Not Obliterate, Nor Pain Which Death Does Not Terminate.

Be Not Under The Dominion Of Thine Own Will; It Is The Vice Of The Ignorant, Who Vainly Presume On Their Own Understanding.

By Such Innovations Are Languages Enriched, When The Words Are Adopted By The Multitude, And Naturalized By Custom.

Virtue Is The Truest Nobility.

Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.