As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows

Chiefs Who No More In Bloody Fights Engage, But Wise Through Time, And Narrative With Age, In Summer-days Like Grasshoppers Rejoice - A Bloodless Race, That Send A Feeble Voice.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To Find It Fame.

Who Pants For Glory, Finds But Short Repose; A Breath Revives Him, Or A Breath O'erthrows.

The Laughers Are A Majority.