My Voice Is Still For

Cunning Is Only The Mimic Of Discretion, And May Pass Upon Weak Men In The Same Manner As Vivacity Is Often Mistaken For Wit, And Gravity For Wisdom.

Title And Ancestry Render A Good Man More Illustrious, But An Ill One More Contemptible.

Round-heads And Wooden-shoes Are Standing Jokes.

The Infusion Of A China Plant Sweetened With The Pith Of An Indian Cane.

Their Is No Defense Against Criticism Except Obscurity.