All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!