A Pleasure Long Expected Is Deare Enough

Being On Sea Saile, Being On Land Settle. [being On Sea, Sail; Being On Land, Settle.]

Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.

One Sound Blow Will Serve To Undo Us All.