No King Nor Nation One Moment Can

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.