Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.

Inasmuch as ill-deeds spring up as a spontaneous crop, they are easy to learn.

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.

Where envy reigns virtue can't exist, and generosity doesn't go with meanness.

Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design is often to ruin it.

We must not stand upon trifles.

One shouldn't talk of halters in the hanged man's house.