They Love Indeed Who Quake

It Is A Great Happiness To Be Praised Of Them That Are Most Praise-worthy.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

For As Much As To Understand And To Be Mighty Are Great Qualities, The Higher That They Be, They Are So Much The Less To Be Esteemed If Goodness Also Abound Not In The Possessor.

Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker Of The Senses.

A Noble Heart, Like The Sun, Showeth Its Greatest Countenance In Its Lowest Estate.