Sweet Mercy Is Nobility's True Badge.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!