Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not Stand, And Fortune's Ice Prefers To Virtue's Land.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.