How Quick The Old Woe Follows A

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.

Man Has No Greater Enemy Than Himself. I Have Acted Contrary To My Sentiments And Inclination; Throughout Our Whole Lives We Do What We Never Intended, And What We Proposed To Do, We Leave Undone.