His bark is worse than his bite.

His bark is worse than his bite.

I give not gold for mere expectations.

I give not gold for mere expectations.

He is twice a conqueror, who can restrain himself in the hour of
triumph.

He is twice a conqueror, who can restrain himself in the hour of
triumph.

How well I feathered by nest.

How well I feathered by nest.

Unto the pure all things are pure.

Unto the pure all things are pure.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What's a sundial
in the shade?

Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What's a sundial
in the shade?

The style is the man.
[Fr., Le style c'est l'homme.]

The style is the man.
[Fr., Le style c'est l'homme.]

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.