Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.

Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.