My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.