Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And

Who Knows Himself A Braggart, Let Him Fear This; For It Will Come To Pass That Every Braggart Will Be Found An Ass.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.