The pen has shaken nations.
Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.
Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
If thou art master to thyself, circumstances shall harm thee little.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth.