My Foot Is On My Native Heath,

There Is A Vulgar Incredulity, Which In Historical Matters, As Well As In Those Of Religion, Finds It Easier To Doubt Than To Examine.

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.

Recollect That The Almighty, Who Gave The Dog To Be Companion Of Our Pleasures And Our Toils, Hath Invested Him With A Nature Noble And Incapable Of Deceit.