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I Am In Perfect Health, And Hear It Said I Look Better Than Ever I Did In My Life, Which Is One Of Those Lies One Is Always Glad To Hear.

I Prefer Liberty To Chains Of Diamonds.

Let This Great Maxim Be My Virtue's Guide,- In Part She Is To Blame That Has Been Tried: He Comes Too Near That Comes To Be Denied.

General Notions Are Generally Wrong.

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.