Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

Respect Was Mingled With Surprise, And The Stern Joy Which Warriors Feel In Foemen Worthy Of Their Steel.

Caution Comes Too Late When We Are In The Midst Of Evils.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

Where Lives The Man That Has Not Tried How Mirth Can Into Folly Glide, And Folly Into Sin!