Come, And Take Choice Of All My

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.