Necessity Knows No Law; I Know Some

Dangerous, Therefore, Is It To Take Shelter Under A Tree, During A Thunder-gust. It Has Been Fatal To Many, Both Men And Beasts.

I Have Lived, Sir, A Long Time, And The Longer I Live, The More Convincing Proofs I See Of This Truth — That God Governs In The Affairs Of Men.

Pride Gets Into The Coach, And Shame Mounts Behind.

Women Are Books, And Men The Readers Be, Who Sometimes In Those Books Erratas See; Yet Oft The Reader's Raptured With Each Line, Fair Print And Paper, Fraught With Sense Divine; Tho' Some, Neglectful, Seldom Care To Read, And Faithful Wives No More Than Bibles Heed. Are Women Books? Says Hodge, Then Would Mine Were An Almanack, To Change Her Every Year.

To Cease To Think Creatively Is To Cease To Live