Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

It Warms The Very Sickness In My Heart, That I Shall Live And Tell Him To His Teeth, "thus Diddest Thou;"

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.