The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.