Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

Some Of Our Philosophizing Divines Have Too Much Exalted The Faculties Of Our Souls, When They Have Maintained That By Their Force Mankind Has Been Able To Find Out God.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.