The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever

The Volume Of Nature Is The Book Of Knowledge.

Death When Unmasked Shows Us A Friendly Face And Is A Terror Only At A Distance.

The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters