Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

Pardon's The Word To All.