The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The

Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And Tires Their Echoes With Unvaried Cries.

Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.

Eternal Blessings Crown My Earliest Friend, And Round His Dwelling Guardian Saints Attend.

An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

The True Use Of Speech Is Not So Much To Express Our Wants As To Conceal Them.