Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.