Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.