Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

That, If The Gentiles, (whom No Law Inspir'd,) By Nature Did What Was By Law Requir'd; They, Who The Written Rule And Never Known, Were To Themselves Both Rule And Law Alone: To Natures Plain Indictment They Shall Plead; And, By Their Conscience, Be Condemn'd Or Freed.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.