The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.

A people without history is like the wind on the buffalo grass.

(They are unknown) because they had no bard to sing their praises.

(They are unknown) because they had no bard to sing their praises.

There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.

There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.

The spirits run riot in youth.

The spirits run riot in youth.

'Tis an ill dog that deserves not a crust.

'Tis an ill dog that deserves not a crust.

Neither praise nor dispraise thy selfe, thy actins serve the
turne.

Neither praise nor dispraise thy selfe, thy actins serve the
turne.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.