A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of Heaven!

So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite Alarming

I Have Imbibed Such A Love For Money That I Keep Some Sequins In A Drawer To Count, And Cry Over Them Once A Week.

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.