Curse On All Laws But Those Which

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.