Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.