What can innocence hope for, When such as sit her judges are corrupted!

He is not valiant that dares die, but he that boldly bears calamity.

Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.

Out, you impostors! Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

Ill news, madam, Are swallow-winged, but what's good Walks on crutches.