By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

Many Small Make A Great.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

There Was The Murdered Corpse, In Covert Laid, And Violent Death In Thousand Shapes Displayed; The City To The Soldier's Rage Resigned; Successless Wars, And Poverty Behind; Ships Burnt In Fight, Or Forced On Rocky Shores, And The Rash Hunter Strangled By The Boars; The Newborn Babe By Nurses Overlaid; And The Cook Caught Within The Raging Fire He Made.