Quote: Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
[Lat., Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.] [William 1]
Quote: Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting. [William 1]
Quote: Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do. [William 1]
Quote: The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting. [William 1]
Quote: Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure. [William 1]
Quote: And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife. [William 1]
Quote: Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend! [William 1]