Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.