Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.