Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

Wisdom And Fortune Combating Together, If That The Former Dare But What It Can, No Chance May Shake It.