Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality

Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.

One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.

Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.