Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety. — William Drummond Copy Share Image
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed. — William Drummond Copy Share Image
He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave. — William Drummond Copy Share Image
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do. — William Drummond Copy Share Image
Study what thou art Whereof thou art a part What thou knowest of this art This is really what thou art. All that is… — William Drummond Copy Share Image
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But… — William Drummond Copy Share Image
He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; he that dares not reason is a slave — William Drummond Copy Share Image
Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much… — William Drummond Copy Share Image
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter… — William Drummond Copy Share Image
As we had no part of our will on our entrance into this life, we should not presume to any on our leaving it,… — William Drummond Copy Share Image
