My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her Lie! Now She's At Rest, And So Am I.

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.