One Man To Live In Pleasure And

The Things We Pray For, Good Lord, Give Us Grace To Labor For.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

Rose! Thou Art The Sweetest Flower That Ever Drank The Amber Shower: Even The Gods, Who Walk The Sky, Are Amourous Of Thy Scented Sigh.

Pride Thinks It's Own Happiness Shines The Brighter By Comparing It With The Misfortunes Of Others.

See Me Safe Up: For In My Coming Down, I Can Shift For Myself.