That All Men Would Be Cowards If

Fears Of Sinning Let In Thoughts Of Sin.

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! Man's Most Faithful Friend, Him Canst Thou Comfort, Ease, Relieve, Defend; But If He Will Thy Friendly Checks Forego, Thou Art, Oh! Woe For Me, His Deadliest Foe!

A Sly Old Fish, Too Cunning For The Hook.

Our Farmers Round, Well Pleased With Constant Gain, Like Other Farmers, Flourish And Complain.

In General Satire, Every Man Perceives A Slight Attack, Yet Neither Fears Nor Grieves.