After Three Days Men Grow Weary, Of

To Whom You Betray Your Secret You Sell Your Liberty.

When Men And Woman Die, As Poets Sung, His Heart's The Last Part Moves, Her Last, The Tongue.

Savages We Call Them, Because Their Manners Differ From Ours, Which We Think The Perfection Of Civility; They Think The Same Of Theirs.

The Difficulty Lies, In Finding Out An Exact Measure But Eat For Necessity, Not Pleasure, For Lust Knows Not Where Necessity Ends.

If You, Do What You Should Not, You Must Bear What You Would Not.