Crime Generally Punishes Itself.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.

Alike All Ages. Dames Of Ancient Days Have Led Their Children Through The Mirthful Maze, And The Gay Grandsire, Skill'd In Gestic Lore, Has Frisk'd Beneath The Burden Of Threescore.

And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.